A time to celebrate in verse,
Terse words melt to smiles and laughs,
Draughts and lagers slur with ease,
Breezes turn to icy chill,
Willing oneself to eat a bit more,
Storing up food like a bear for the winter,
Splintering enemy-hood for cheer,
Tearing at the sound of carols,
Laurels draped o'er every door,
"More," they ask, for turkey and ham,
Lamb of God celebrated, so they say,
Raised up on high, on that magic day.