I.

Pine scented smoke hangs in winter inversion
Every bough bows low with whitened sparkle
And the sun cleans frost from morning panes
Cups of warmth begin to clink to tabletops
Everyone rustles slowly under snug covers

Only one has risen to prepare for the rest
Now the oven emits scents for hunger pangs

Each slowly garbs for the annual gathering
As the household realizes the rituals arrival
Ready to give and receive the members
Tiptoe to hearth beside a decorated tree
Handing ribboned gratitude to each other

II.

Perhaps the smoke will clear from the debris
Eventually the trucks will come heavy-laden
And dump the unwanted refuse of society
Cascading onto the ground for the wretched
Elves of the dump to pick through for scraps

Of course many will be here to jostle about
Never finding enough to sell for a few coins

Each will recycle what can be found and sold
And humbly ask for food for hungry children
Rarely do they go to sleep with full bellies
To dream of a place where they can grow up
Happy to believe in a god that loves all

III.

Perchance all people will come to realize
Everyone needs to strive to equalize
And sing a song both strong and gentle
Caring for strangers as Samaritan showed
Each has special gifts to be bestowed

Only when our hearts shine with love
Neighbor cares for neighbor, patient of

Everyone’s strengths and weaknesses prone
And welcome all, as one of our own
Realization that parents love every child
The mother celebrates everyone’s birth
Happy, father witnesses our peace on earth

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-17