Plain feathers, dyed a color

Brighter than the moon.

Beneath electric lights they stood,

Then sat in contemplation.

"Mum, Pa, Grandma and Grandpa-

agreed not to talk politics.

Right?"

"Dearie yes, "

"Why no sirree!

There's nothing wrong with it!"

And so they sat about the corn,

The mashed potatoes, turkey.

Tit for tat and tat for tit

Talked their mouths full up.

The night drew long, the hours passed

They left to wait for Christmas.