[Content Warning] Ode to Christmas joys, past and present

The voice is gruff
the delivery ...
all bluster.
"Never did me any harm"
as he feeds the kids
more lollies, more drinks
... more sugar.
Two hours
- and God alone knows
how many stubbies -
later,
he'll be snapping
- snarling at them bloody kids
"not like we were!"
delivered to a chorsu line
of rolling eyes,
and lifted brows
as Nana's and Papa's
remember Christmases past.

© Kayleen White, 2009 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)