Christmas Eve (as the children slumber)

The bow snatched and thrown

as fevered anticipation mounts,

wrapping peeled back slow

to mask the paramount delight.

Twinkling lights glistening

exposing bare reflections

baring more by the moment

a direction with intentions

mirrored in the ornaments.

As tree shakes tinsel rustles glistening

presents rearranged by wayward feet

as herald angels in background sing

making sounds of pleasure less indiscreet

for the children nestled all snug in their beds.

Gift wrapping by parents progresses in reverse

and with visions of passion dancing in their heads,

Christmas Eve has taken a turn for the perverse.


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