I haven't written a better Christmas poem yet. So I'll keep celebrating with this one. Merry Christmas.

Christmas Crossing

It’s Christmas Eve and my wife is napping

At the other end of the couch

Dreaming in a Santa hat

Tonight when she wakes

And after tomorrow’s presents

I’ll try my best to remind her

That my life is more complete

Better and more real

Than I could have imagined for myself

Her presence animates my life

Not in a slavish sense of duty

But through the constant commitment of love

Densely defined and elaborate

Telling as the Rubicon, broad as the Nile

I have fully crossed over

© Gayle Force Press 2006