The blue, red, green and yellow orbs
that trim my window
offer more than light.
Memories of my parents' bar at Christmas
in each bulb.
The jukebox that played Bing Crosby
the tinsel that trimmed the counter
are images that swirl in the light.
* As a child my parents owned a bowling alley in Michigan. Some of my most fond memories are of the Christmas parties they held in the bar. Employees and regulars of the bowling alley would show up, eat, drink, sing and laugh in the overly decorated bar. These memories are with me tonight.*