Quiet Christmas

We’ve had our Christmas luncheon, And had our Christmas rest; The men relax in whites, now, The women softly dressed.

And hazy casuarinas Wait moonrise on the shore, And we’ve had mail for Christmas...

Could anyone want more?

“The twins arrived November, The hoy weighed four pounds three — The girl one’s rather handsome . . .

You think she looks like me?

And here’s a card from Judith (There must be eighty-two!) And Jean and Bill have parted— The things some men can do!”

The moon and dusk are fighting To win the fading light; There’s silver on the water, The pink moon turns to white.

We’ve done no Christmas shopping (The silver laps the shore) But we’ve had mail for Christmas...

Could anyone want more?