Are you ready for Christmas?

Surrounded by the smell of pine needles

My purse in hand

The question is dropped

"Are you ready for Christmas?" 

No, never

No chance

How could I be? 

God with us

God veiled in flesh 

Incarnate diety

Not ready...

...but I don't say that.

I take my wreath

And mutter some socially acceptable response

Inside

I'm so glad

I don't need to be ready...