Advent at 1806 President Drive

(Advent, maybe anytime)

 

I don’t know the count

Of Advent, anymore

I’m tired

And the days don’t match the dates

This is why we have the calendars,

I guess

Except they count out December

Their Advents always twenty-five

 

Ours had images

Years later I found out about the chocolate

But, you know,

I rather like the pictures

(there was chocolate, anyway

and cookies, cookies, cookies)

The last portrait was Santa

In a kind of glory of arrival

And within the dates somewhere

There was the holy family

 

Hey, we got these at the mall

They taught us anticipation

Maybe not well

(considering the clientele)

But with persistence

 

Each day was in a tiny box

With perforated shutters

I think the five of us took turns

In trying to pierce

And leave the day intact

 

Hard for impatience

The season’s and the child’s

But we made it

Our little house inside

The bigger house,

Our fortunes read each day

For Christmas

Yes, it was suburban

There were snow days, too

Chains on the tires of the family car

Fluffed, cottony bunting

On which my mother placed

Plastic sleigh, plastic reindeer, plastic Santa

I remember these fondly

All atop

The console of

Our first color television

 

Oh, my

 

C L Couch

 

 

Gellinger / 3272 images

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