Revelatory Perspective

We're hemmed in by adults
resembling ourselves we think, 
and then think again.  To our right,
a couple invested in the magic of 
childhood expectations whom we
can count upon to glide happily in
emphasis on outdoor decor, slipping
from Halloween ghouls, goblins,
cemetery headstones and spine-chilling
screeches over to the more sedate,
no less colourful decorations of the
Christmas season, so devoted and
enthusiastic are they, that they
mix and match, skeletons dangling
from trees illuminated by bright
Christmas lights festooning their
splendidly shaped fir.  On the left 
is the apposite counterpart, a
couple on the verge of decoupling;
he dour and so sadly misfitted to be
married to a cheerful, garrulous woman
invested in genial chatter that he
forbids her all things and turns his
head deliberately from the
inconvenient approach of those 
he has had the acquaintance of for
decades.  We, on the other hand are 
quite sanely grounded in normalcy.