A SOUND OF SILENCE
in the background soft,
a playing in me head
was Simon and Garfunkel's
'Sound of Silence,'
on this another Christmas day.
'twas going to be a quiet one,
far away from maddening crowds,
gone are the days,
of hectic programming,
shopping lists
and utter pandemoniums,
in order to feed,
the starving crowds of Philistines,
all wanting to partake
of a piece of Christmas cake,
a thankless gesture from most,
early start on this a pagan day,
as ovens quickly devour
another turkey, chicken and duck,
brandy added to custard made,
fromage frais to cheese-board last,
no white Christmas for festive fare,
only a box of Cadbury Roses
to be shared
in a penny-pinching prudence,
the perceived best is always kept to last,
green tree in corner alone,
with presents of hope and despair,
stowed neatly underneath,
away from little mitts and prying eyes
hoping for an early peek,
or do they go a wondering why;
what will go back?
to the place of purchase bought,
refunds in the making,
along with shopping dockets
scrunched!
so, in the background soft;
a playing in me head
a sound of silence......
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