Didn’t get enough of Christmas? I thought so.
Pretty busy today, so I’m going to throw in something I wrote a while back.
We choose at times
To view the ever present through a lens
Some do it now and others then
They have another birth or death or day
When sure, there was a star (there are a number).
We bring the forest in and feast
We kill the lamb and cut the tree
Turn to our loves and lovers misty eyed
And sing again for all we’re worth.
It isn’t every day, is it,
That some star rises bright and we are saved?
It isn’t every day
That lowly creatures’ hearts
Burn with the knowing of which way to turn.
Bring me a stronger glass this year
And here is one for you my dear
We’ll light the lamps
And have another look at Christmas.