December
by Gary Johnson
A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
Taking the garbage out and keeping the sidewalk shoveled.
Not much triumph going on hereāand yet
There is much we do not understand.
And my hopes and fears are met
In this small singer holding onto my hand.
Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark
And are there angels singing overhead? Hark.
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Merry Christmas! Hope you are well, and without the flu. Wonderful poem. Think you might enjoy <a href="http://www.wartimehousewife.com/2011/12/sunday-poem-118/"this one. Thinking of you and wishing you all the best.
We are well, Lori dear, and thank you so much for the link! Happy Hols to you!
I like the poem. Merry Merry Christmas!
Happy Holidays to you, Paz!
Such a lovely poem!
That’s a great poem. I appreciate the photo of the Christmas pyramid, too. My mom found one on sale after Christmas once, and it was a lovely little bit of magic in our homes in subsequent years.