every year
family celebration
grandma decorated the house
grandpa lit the stone fireplace
red noses gradually enter the heated home
dressed up as beautifully as the glowing Christmas tree
warm hugs, wet kisses, tracks of lipgloss on my cheeks
seductive fragrances from the kitchen flatter the senses
parents hectically sprint around the massive oak table
bibs are put on
food gets cut into tiny bites
a quick “thank god”
and the huge banquet is opened
give me the beans, I would like to have the potatoes, no I asked for them first
son-in-law compliments the casserole
father and son discuss about the stock market
aunts share latest gossip
food is shoveled into mouths
meanwhile in the children’s world
the air is tense to tear by excitement
short fidgety legs wiggle under the table
big pleading eyes - can we get up?
finally
like a mob of hunting dogs we sprint
to free fondly decorated packets
from the dark green arms of the magnificent fir-tree
crumpled wrapping paper, torn ribbon
in a few seconds the tidy living room becomes a garbage dump
will all my wishes be fulfilled?
little islands appear, small bodies surrounded by
thousand tiny building blocks
pink miniature doll clothes
checking eyes look up, searching for unfair preference
but parents are smart, made sure no tears roll
because of unequally distributed presents
facilitated parents
toast their achievements
red wine in crystal glasses, granny hunted off the good ones
happy the children assume their presents
material symbols of affection
the tradition of showing love
family celebration
grandma decorated the house
grandpa lit the stone fireplace
red noses gradually enter the heated home
dressed up as beautifully as the glowing Christmas tree
warm hugs, wet kisses, tracks of lipgloss on my cheeks
seductive fragrances from the kitchen flatter the senses
parents hectically sprint around the massive oak table
bibs are put on
food gets cut into tiny bites
a quick “thank god”
and the huge banquet is opened
give me the beans, I would like to have the potatoes, no I asked for them first
son-in-law compliments the casserole
father and son discuss about the stock market
aunts share latest gossip
food is shoveled into mouths
meanwhile in the children’s world
the air is tense to tear by excitement
short fidgety legs wiggle under the table
big pleading eyes - can we get up?
finally
like a mob of hunting dogs we sprint
to free fondly decorated packets
from the dark green arms of the magnificent fir-tree
crumpled wrapping paper, torn ribbon
in a few seconds the tidy living room becomes a garbage dump
will all my wishes be fulfilled?
little islands appear, small bodies surrounded by
thousand tiny building blocks
pink miniature doll clothes
checking eyes look up, searching for unfair preference
but parents are smart, made sure no tears roll
because of unequally distributed presents
facilitated parents
toast their achievements
red wine in crystal glasses, granny hunted off the good ones
happy the children assume their presents
material symbols of affection
the tradition of showing love
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Kittykatruff
Oct 21, 2018
Hi katharina,
I really like how relatable this poem is! You did an amazing job painting a scene of what Christmas (or Christmas Eve) dinner is like for your family. I especially like your stanza about the children fidgeting in anticipation of presents!
I just have one note: in your 4th stanza from the end of your poem, did you mean "bodies" instead of "bodys"?
Anyway, good job!
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