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.