Advent 2.2

Two days into the week of Advent 2.  I am thinking we may need to find a way to have Christmas in the mess.  Pollyanna says: At least the kitchen has been painted red.  There is a psychologist I know who is promoting a messy Christmas.  I don*t think this is what he has in mind.  Then again... maybe it is.

Slowly slowly

We bite the dust.

My ears are plugged.

The daughter sleeps in.

The husband reports

Mild depression.

I listen to the chipper voice

Of the contractor

Downstairs.

Sun does shine through

The dust motes

Upstairs.

I look at the calendar

For the day,

Consider Christmas

Two weeks hence.

It will come.

It will come,

No matter the state

Of my ears,

No matter who sleeps in,

No matter who

Is mildly depressed.

The sun shines through

The dust motes.

The contractor remains

Chipper.