| | Tom said it would be a White Christmas, but the 1st batch would melt before Round 2.
Gabriel said there should be Peace on Earth and Goodwill toward Men, but I extend that to Women and Children, too.
The Great Mother offers Rain to cleanse my dispirited Soul on the Eve of Christmas; disguised as a Green Day where December is coming to an end.
I can’t forget last Christmas Evening, hoping for the Light at the end of the tunnel and more sick than a 1,000-year-old fruitcake.
I placed a few phone calls and spoke a prayer from my hospital bed; with my eyes full of tears, and my Soul wasn’t what was on Fire.
My Brother sold me a Dream of a better Christmas, for this year.
God and Enya gave me an angelic “Oíche Chiúin” to give me Hope.
The Good Bishop of Myra presented me my wishes granted; all of this so I could believe that I’d make it through the Night.
Forever and a day, I will believe in Father Christmas.
I count down the months and days until Saint Nicholas takes flight.
I try to hold on to the Spirit year-round, but sometimes it’s a hard fight.
I see Santa’s message as a means for my Faith to be revived.
I pray for Redemption, this Christmas.
I Hope I can brave the New Year.
All aged pains and sadness can be paved over with the strength to see more clear.
I’m having the best Yuletide season I could hope for.
I’m at Peace in my World, this time of year.
Even though the first eleven were a cacophony of Heaven & Hell, I can smile and say
“I’ve made it. I’m still here.” |
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