The Christmas Party

Sitting in the crowd
With both young and old around
I reflect on the life
I live.

Couples chat and murmur
And parents laugh and sigh
As kids run and tire
And frienship lights the night.

Each interaction is animated,
Each person unique and kind.

It's in these small settings
That I find my own peace,
Intimate settings
With drinks and food and treats:
fellowship at it's best.

I am reminded of my youth,
Yet of my blooming age.
I embrace my body
And the beauty of it's state.

I smile at the laughter
And I sigh contented at the love;
I remember to remember
This is what life is made of.

Smiles,
Fellowship,
Food,
And love.

My Methodist heart giggles,
And I take a moment to wiggle
Back into the engulfing comfy chair
To continue my watch
Of the room around me.