Christmas Memories

I remember
my family Christmas traditions:

My parents’ bubbling laughs,
the bells jingling on their
multicolored night-caps,
as I giddily lay down
in the cinnamon scented
teak-wood box,
and them
gaily pouring the traditional
cardboard box
of living large-eared
and wondrously furry
angora rabbits
on my trembling,
glee-bursting body.

And the rabbits,
forty or fifty,
would romp
over my wriggling form
to the faint strains
of “The Marseilles”
playing on the living room
stereo.

Ah … Christmas!