My friend’s house is already decorated for
Christmas – NOEL on the mantel,
Red candles burning
On the living room table.
Are printed on big wooden pieces above the cabinet.
Now, at 1:45 am, the light is
A barely-there glow on the edge of the printed blocks.
The fire in the fireplace is a small accompaniment
In this grand masterpiece of time.
I sit on a wide beanbag,
My legs crossed, my hands trembling.
My friends sit in front of me,
Their voices melding into a
Lull, their laughs quiet,
Protecting the darkness.
We sit through the night, straight through till morning,
just like this.