Lights

Written for my family–I’m sorry for not mailing cards this year!

Sleigh Rides

Winter rides, childhoods
past. We haunt neighborhoods like
ghosts of Christmas last:

cruising through cold nights,
faces turned to bright lights that
festoon eave and tree.

Laughter rings over
Mannheim Steamroller. Silly
sound effects mimic

frenetic wiggles
of light displays. Giggles of
girls up past bedtime.