Let Christmas day be fat and full
All bloated up by blessing.
Let joy belch out.
Let love be thine and stain like wine on
this old carpet.
Let tables groan under the weight of the elbows
Of many generations.
Let every plate be piled up high
Around raucous conversation.
May chocolate sauce thicken blood
To make our hearts beat
Gorge your soul with goodness, friends
Then may slumber hold you