From the usual eye-roll Noel,
comes the trademark, that roll
of the brown eye into the fleshy eyelid chasm.
But from under his eyelash awnings,
after the usual morning yawnings,
arises an unanticipated surprise,
his black pupils increase in size.
This is the rise and fall of sarcasm.
Look straight and divine a surprise:
there’s Christmas in his eyes.