Its Christmas eve.
Why is the excitement gone?
Where are the butterflies? The
Night lying awake waiting.
Have I forgotten how, or is
It a gift for the young?
I try to recapture it-to claim
The moment-the fascination,
The magic.

Staring at the tree does not help.
Its like forcing myself
To love. It won't work.
It has to creep up on you unawares
And trickle through you pores and
under your skin unnoticed.
Until, BAM!
Your pulse is aflame and
Thundering through your
Body hissing 'love love love'.