With wide-eyed wonder, our five-year-old
Viewed the Christmas lights.
The common work-a-day of town
Had become wonderland by night.
Coaxing to see displays again,
We drove back around streets and shops,
Noticing that a gathering of cars
At another home had stopped.
Daddy remarked that it could be
Perhaps a progressive dinner.
Then on to see the lights some more,
Big displays or subtle glimmers.
A wistful mood fell on our son;
Then suddenly he chimed,
“It’d sure be nice if we could have
One of those aggressive meals sometime.”
The mood was altered whimsically
With a remark out of the blue,
And parents sardonically agreed,
“It seems sometimes we do.”
©2010 Carol Morfitt