so what do angels do after all of the hark heralding and heavenly hosting? 

after all of the fear not and beholding of glad tidings ...

dishes to wash?

cleaning up, taking out the trash?

lying down to rest their weary etheric limbs,

only to get up and do it all over again next year?

it is far more likely, 

caring for the human versions of themselves

—such as they do—

more likely they are harking it up 

constantly, loudly, insistently,

but we only hear them the one day or

one hour we are listening for them ...

and they are singing out this second

to Love on everyone, everything, everywhere, 

all the livelong day

and all through the night.