My cluttered table bustles like a tech carnival; laptops,
BlackBerries upon a Clarks shoebox stuffed with receipts,
cables, i-gizmos and a screwdriver. No shoes. No red socks.
My daughter has left a sieve entangled with a USB cable
beside a batteryless digital camera atop my wife’s books.
I scan this mess with tired eyes, my back to the lit, over-
decorated Christmas tree we bought from Tesco last year.
The air is filled with sleep sounds of my family carried
in here by the gentle morning breeze of the new year.
Happy New Year, my loves, sleep well, sleep sweet.
O, what a marvellous Christmastime this week has been;
Ugbagha with showboy and stockfish has been eaten,
turkey and chicken, broccoli and sprouts, ‘eddoes’,
pounded yam, bitter-leaf soup and peppersoup too
led home with wines and beers, malts and juices, and water.
This time, our children - four and three - have learnt jingles,
so we have daily been sing-along-ing and dance-along-ing;
‘Must be Santa’, ‘Father Christmas, he got stuck, coming
down the chimney’ and ‘We wish you a Merry Christmas’.
We have had ourselves a wonderful Christmastime.
We rode on choo choo trains and the London Eye
and the kids touched a starfish at the London Aquarium.
O yes, we have created so many memories this Christmas
and for every beautiful second I have praised Him with joy.
Especially now my eyes have seen the year of our Lord 2012.
Plumstead, 01 January 2012
An everyman poem © 2012 Nnorom Azuonye
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