River Dance
Neat and trim
beard hung in all the right places,
buried in the beauty of you.
Christmas joy smiles
nestled above your stockings
tickling deepest fancy's
and stoking fires
in your chimney-warmth playground,
the day awakens in love.
I enjoy playing Santa Claus
always spreading more than cheer,
the gift of giving
being the real passion in receiving,
as you unwrap in sweet desire.
Merry Christmas eyes
light up the season
as I swim in the river of our own dance,
the morning of our Holiday Ball.
Brian Glenn 12-24-04
neat poem
worth the
reading