Finding happiness in a half empty peanut butter jar,
A quiet spot at the kitchen table amidst the wrapping paper
And an empty suitcase
We have too much to justify.
my mother-in-law's T-shirt hangs loose on me
Everyone is winding down, books are open
Hallelujah, the TV is muted.
I'm nibbling a corner of chocolate chip cookie
Savoring a glass of wine and watching the second hand
Move around the clock.
There are Christmas lights reflecting off the lake
I'll go outside in the darkness,
In the silence with my half empty peanut butter jar
And realize it's half full with more than enough to share.