It’s Christmas Day; now let me see
If I can play a part
Around the world my rhymes run free
But will they touch your heart?
I think of those who are alone
Or miss a loved one dear
Or those displaced who have no home
And live in constant fear…
To them bright lights and tinselled joy
May have a hollow sound
While others welcome God’s small boy
With shepherds all around ...
A time of excess, bonhomie
In which small kids delight
Around a baubled Christmas Tree
While those who grieve sit tight …
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
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