Christmas

A

day

when we

 put so much 

pressure on ourselves to 

perform: I should have bought more drinks 

I wish I'd decorated and why can't I find just the right vase?

Will we have enough salads, and cheese and dessert? will it be too hot?

The cobwebs are everywhere and the grass is starting to look like a meadow.

Fifteen died last week because they were Jewish and two men had hate in their hearts.

And I am worrying about food, family and optics. At the end of the day I will wonder why 

I was worried and be grateful for a life full of love. Next year I'll do it again. I should know better after

all these Christmases. May the love, 

joy, and hope that comes with any 

precious babe be yours this 

Christmas and all of them