Singing Down the Bones of a Tradition

A Poem

Photo by Erwan Hesry on Unsplash

the smell of pine greeted us warmly
in a heady mixture, the season’s wine,
while we took cues from our fathers
for the day ahead we were planning

do you remember jingle bell promises
made under a light flurry of snow
when we were too young to know anything
and too naïve to care much…