Poem for a Friend at Christmastime

Christmas lights blink,
softly bewildered
at the mad rush

Of frantic fathers
and manic mothers.
Rolls of red, gold, green,

Paper flows, like a river
across the floor.
Music about snow, and reindeer

In the background, softly
whispering a magical place
into your ears.

You, sit silently.
Eyes blurred, darting across
an already read page.

A pen in you head
takes notes for later.
A seed gets planted;

You save it for the night time.
Another story for you to
write.

Another story for me to escape into.