by Jim Farfaglia
You sit at the secretaries’ table,
nibbling hors d’oeuvres;
grateful for this holiday gathering,
for time away from the office routine.
I’m the DJ playing Christmas tunes,
sugarplum songs your boss purchased
to drown out the awkwardness
that keeps each table to themselves.
When you approach me with a smile
and whisper your request,
I nod to you, but think to myself:
There goes this party.
Still, I cue up your selection, and watch
as you retie your festive scarf,
breathe in the opening chords of your song
and step up to the microphone.
Your first timid words are lost to chatter,
but one by one, co-workers turn to your voice,
forget their gripes, and remember the magic
of a song sung true…
A simple yuletide carol
that lights our memories bright
and fills this humble room
with its message of the coming Joy…
As the last chorus fades
you return to your table, bathed in applause.
Dinner is being served,
but no one cares –
instead, we in this room
are only hungry for humanity,
and I watch as it’s offered:
Joy being shared, table to table.