Poinsettia for the table
Bloom of festivity
Pretty little angel
To grace the Christmas tree
Lights and pretty candles
Lend their gentle glow
In tiny golden circles
Like choirs on the snow
Cookies, cakes and puddings
In volumes quite obscene
Large and tiny presents
Wrapped in red and green
Songs extol the season
Malls, the latest rave
Excuses become reason
As dollars become brave
Stress finds brand new victims
Cheer loses its mirth
All in preparation
To celebrate Christ’s birth
Shopping lists extended
Beyond budget’s creed
Holly, jolly merchants
Disguise greed as need
Christmas Eve descending
We brave the cold perhaps
To find within a chapel
A pew, where we collapse
My house sure looks amazing
The food, a work of art
Wouldn’t it be something
If this had been my heart?
© Janet Martin
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