Tea Lights

Tea lights rest in paper bags
lining steps in deeping snow
there are fairy lights in trees
and warmth from doorway glows

Inside is merry company
perfect food and napping
each guest is like the chosen gifts
a masterpiece of wrapping

Champagne here, a sherry there
a port ,a glass of wine
but even sleepy full of drink
the guests all still look fine

The host and hostess worn to shreds
linger by the phone
they long to call a taxi
and enjoy the fire alone