The Christmas Season Poem
The time is upon us to rejoice with those around
as Christmas is here for those near and dear
weather they be family or friend or otherwise
for it be the time of year intended to make us one
Cities turning on lights, decorations
and other delights for throngs
of merry folk who wonder
to and fro in ambience of festivity
that leadeth from party
to show to store
Oh, glory has come to stay
though not for the day that is
but for the month that will last
full of all which adorns our lives
and warms like the spirits
of good cheer
A tree lasting winter's bitter cold
is what be to all symbol for reflection
bold with angels of peace and
bulbs of many a colorful shade
to represent our compassions
that arise so richly at
Christmas time
May it be in the shape
of titivated store casements
with cache to enchant ye
who be elderly or enfant
with the desire that dwell
in thine heart
May it be the pictures
transforming to allegories
of those whose stories merit
display on screens of grandeur
for they be figure in their
joy of all that be in this time of year
Cheerful to souls be carols
singing out season's bliss
with melody that speaks of all what
be Christmas and the wonder
it hands to those in need
though specially those
of infancy
And though it come last
may it never be least for
this if anything be a season
where giving offerings of love
be of a higher
regard then receiving
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