She was there
Up and running
And the steam at the corner kitchen stove
Hinted at the battle’s enormity.
Thawing, bread breaking
And mixing, spicing
And laying gently in that cavern
Of delightful smells and sizzle.
Wrapping disaster collected.
Hostess’ table set with sparkles
And inviting charm.
Kids nowhere to be seen
New toys taking the pre-eminence.
Help-mate interjecting cautiously
Midst her dancing ministrations.
A pause, a tenting of the hands
To pursed lips at table’s end.
Then off to the changing room.
Doorbell soon a-ringing.
Red and green napkins
Folded crowns for the King.
Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario