Then
When there were no quandaries
But only rejoicing on the holidays
No conflict, no hate, no frustration.
Pure bliss.
An Angel's ubiquity.
When Christmas brought joy to our home
Not rush,
Not confusion,
Not competition.
Way back when,
Before all the unruly and unwanted contrivances,
Unwilling parents,
And competing gifts.
The Devil's valorous game.
Before the struggle, the mess, the exhaustion,
Of what was supposed to be
A winsome holiday.
