St.Stephen?s day

St.Stephen's day:
Emotional indigestion
And no turkey
To blame.

Alone the ghosts
Of Christmas haunt me.
They dance around the tree,
Whisper tales of Christmases
That never were.

If life was a book,
I would re-write a few chapters,
Put in all which has been left unsaid:
All the love
Not given,
Not received,
Would add a few more
Passionate holy nights full of
Lust and laughter,
Meat and porter,
Songs and games,
Would add all the friends
I lost through
?life

In my patchwork family portrait,
My Dickensian tale,
There would be
No misunderstandings,
No misgivings,
No misfits,
An omniscient narrator
To look after us all.

As it is..
I would be glad for
Some wren boys,
Singing in front
Of my door
Joining me for some
Whiskey and porter
Until dawn.