number 28 in line for a ham

as i stand

in line,

in the cold, with my number

in hand,

shivering like a character

out of a Dicken's

novel,

i stare

into the window

of the ham

and turkey

store,

and wonder what else

might there

be to eat

at home in cupboard

if the store

runs out

of meat.

have i ever had peanut

butter and jelly

sandwiches

for Christmas dinner,

cheese and crackers,

with a Mountain

Dew drink,

for the 

holiday feast?

the answer would be

yes.

i shuffle forward

in prayer.