A Different New Year’s Eve

A Poem by Donal Mahoney

An ancient couple,
he’s a hunchback,
she’s a gnome,
in the kitchen play

a game of dominoes,
drink hot cocoa, eat
warm bread dripping
with apricot jam, then

off to bed at eight
and up again at five
for the winding drive
down the mountainside

snowy miles to church
on New Year’s Day,
there to sing and praise
God for everything.

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