We took a ride
in a one horse open
sleigh today,
and I was one horse
and the red sled
was the open sleigh
and the kids laughed
and reeled as we
trudged through
the field and
searched for the perfect
Christmas tree,
which was not
hard to find.
The noon sun, it caught
in large facets of snow
and we sang, “o’er the fields
we go, laughing …”
but just as we got
to the laughing part
and I was belting
“Ho ho ho,”
the kids began kicking
each other and throwing
snow in each other’s faces
and tipping the red sled
so that they tumbled out
not giggling at all
but shrieking,
“I hate you! Go away!”
And this is how
the bliss goes,
sometimes it looks
a lot like bliss
and sometimes
no.