Dec. 23 - Ode to the Children's Table

As a child, I remember with great glee being banished to the children's table. As I didn't often get to see my cousins, this was such great fun. We could horse around and talk about whatever we wanted without reproachful words or glances from the adults. And I loved it, when one year, my aunt - who was an adult - joined us at our table, preferring our company.

*** December 23 ***

Ode to the Children's Table

It’s Christmas dinner once again, with glee

I take my place, like years’ past, the fringes

Sacred space for youth and immaturity

Need not worry about any messes

O! Wondrous world at the children’s table

Wiggly, wildly, not at all serious

And with no limit to our own glee, thus

We elves and imps most cheerful

Into cherished dishes dig, happily

So much fun we children have at Christmas

** Poetry - Horatian Ode ***