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The Christmas Party (a poem)

The Christmas Party

by Sheri Grutz


The room of fine dining makes the angel

sit down to the smell of wax and fresh linens

finding her spot among agents in black

a luxury car brought them in to this encounter

“Why, there's nothing to you?” the agent says

to the angel as an ice breaker

“I'm full of clouds and blue blood,” the angel

says to him adjusting her gown

the agent was no stranger to secrets

but this needed no hiding no heaven no hurry

“And this Christmas party, that it is why you're here?”

he says to her looking into her glowing eyes

“It only comes but once a year,” she says

sipping on ice water bringing home the snow

“I'm not a believer,” the agent tells her

“But I'm alive!” the angel says

he questions who or what this person is

“I think I must be dreaming,” he replies

“Then you must wake and change your ways,

give gifts and receive eternal pardon.”

They eat the meal that is served

then the angel looks to her left and the

agent she was speaking to is gone

He had woken and she hoped he'd be full of good news





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