Wednesday, December 20, 2023

"At Holly's House"

A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas 

The following poem is in loving memory

of our very dear friend, Frank Fritzky,

who went to be with the Lord on April 22nd.

It was written last December

when Frank was receiving hospice care at home.

Photo by Holly Fritzky  


For Frank & Holly Fritzky


It’s always Christmas

at Holly’s house

Doesn’t matter what season it is

there are sure to be reminders

of that most special time of year—

Bells and angels, mangers and Santas

and boughs of holly, of course


I’m reminded of when I was a child

and my parents brought us

to North Pole, New York

in the Adirondack Mountains

during August of 1953


We watched elves making toys

and took turns sitting on Santa’s lap

We didn’t need snow

for it to be Christmas

It was a sunny, summery

Christmas day in August!


While I visited Holly yesterday

to celebrate her yuletide birthday

she received a delivery of a 12-foot pine

that’ll be set up in their spacious living room

with its high cathedral ceiling


Oh! Like I said—

there’s always plenty of

Christmas going on

at my friend Holly’s house


even this year—

with her husband, Frank

nestled in a hospital bed

surrounded by plump pillows

receiving in-home hospice care


There’s a tiny gaily decorated tree in view

and Frank’s wearing a holiday tee shirt


Holly sings to him, prays for him

and feeds him little morsels

of food and sips of juice

with patience and love that’s

been flowing over fifty years


Their children come at various times

each day to help

Tomorrow they’ll set up the tree

and decorate it magnificently

as they always do


This Christmas the joy may be tempered

but there’ll be joy nonetheless

because the miracle

of the Birth of Jesus

overflows in their hearts


which is why

it’s always Christmas

at Holly’s house


Maude Carolan Pych

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