Snow on a velvet green
can only mean a Christmas scene.
But yuletide carols I do not hear,
nor other voices of Christmas cheer.
Instead I feel the press of throngs
buying things to Christmas songs.
Political advertisements have been replaced
with toys and cars and model's face.
Yet, silent night, holy night will prevail
as I eat my cake and drink my ale.
Spiked eggnog too will be a remedy,
as I sit and sip near sparkling tree.
And as I ponder the Christ child's birth,
as I consider my own self worth;
for the less fortunate may I pray
and other's kindnesses repay.
D.M.W. December 23, 2012
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