It's magic, he says.
It's planning and hard work, she says.
The decorations, some old some new, colorful, cheerful -- they somehow magically appear throughout the house just before Christmas. He says.
Men are all alike, she says.
You are the magic, he says.
She smiles.
12/22/2002
Posted on 12/22/2002Copyright © 2026 Ronald A Pavellas
Oh, lovely. Shuts the male-basher in me up, for a change.
They do have magic in there grasp at Christmas time. What miracles they perform...Good poem Ron.....Charlie
