Time limps on between Christmas
and New Year, the news sharing
daily retrospect and prediction so
luckily we hear less that's actually
happening. I'm left remembering
family meals as many others did.
Why no relatives of my parents
at dinners like those so achingly
described? I start by remembering
all my grandparents dead. My father's
three sisters, married, lived within
twenty miles. In my life I've met one.
Of my mother's relatives I've met
only Anne, her older sister. I wonder
where all those aunts, uncles,.cousins
were. The temperature a record high,
I replant my living Christmas tree.
I call out to the calm, unfrozen pond,
"Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
to everybody's Tiny Tim, everywhere."