Our house

Our house
cradles the holidays
with festive glee
and seeps grief.

This ageless,
chaotic charge
cups our cheer
o’r full.

Inevitably wayward plans
fly awry and
our excitement marries anxiety.
We unwrap and hold space for alone time.

We commit to authentically communicate
our individual needs.
We collaboratively sit together to meet them
with consensus agreements, and plans.

We set boundaries,
break triggering traditions,
give more presence than presents,
and view each other as the finest gift.

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what’s it to ya?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah