I’m living in a soggy Christmas
just like the ones I’ve known before
where toddlers jump in puddles
and puppies give wet cuddles
and muddy boots are lined up by the door.

Oh, I’m living in a sloshy Christmas
with a fire burning in the stove
and my tea is steaming
and Christmas movies are streaming
and family’s here for a good coze.

I’m living in a soggy Christmas
with every Christmas card I write,
“May the raindrops pitter-patter
and our dreams for peace matter,
and may all our Christmases be bright.”

Karen Molenaar Terrell