Tuesday, 24 December 2024

The Underside of Christmas

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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