O so many Odes (or only one)

ODE TO CHRISTMAS EVE:

oh, how you remain in the back of my mind

for spring summer and fall

and how once in a while your songs creep into my head

leaving me yearning for you more than ever

with you loud noises, bright colors

along side quiet sounds and dim lights

leaving me restless until next moring

oh, how the singing and caroling

fills me up 

and how the cookies and cakes

leave me empty

when the family spends all night chatting

and telling jokes

all accompanied with thunderous laughter

and how when the clock hand both stand directly upwards

and people start shuffling out

we drink our last glass of eggnog 

sing our last carol

and tuck ourselves into bed

ready for a sleepless night.