The first cold morning
Where the snow glistens
The streets crunch
You shiver leaving the house
Wishing Christmas shopping was done.
Stores are wagging gala music
Sparkle blinds your eyes
Is that a trick; hoping
I will overlook those price tags?
Looking inside my purse
Know I placed them there
You know; the aspirin, the cure-all,
Oh, I knew this was going to happen
Too many shoppers, need my quiet space.
He’s going to kill me when he sees this
The receipt , it’s a mile long, better hide it
But then again, if he had come with me
Instead of watching that stupid game
Probably could have had less stress and did a better job.
I enter our driveway , and he meets me at the door
He helps me, while telling me his team loss
I mourn my sore feet, he mourns his loss
He pours us a drink
Holding my hand, he walks
Towards the sofa and we put our feet up
The remote turns soft music on, and we
Gaze into the crackling fire and sigh
Each silently thanking God for the other.