Christmas is upon us and a New Year once again.
Where has all the time gone from the now that's turned to then?
While some folks hand out presents, part and parcel of the season,
I've no gift to offer, save for this poor rhyme, with reason.
My yearning for the world, yet most especially those I know
And dare to call true friends, is something harder to bestow...
Or at least a bit more abstract than a package could contain—
Though only grinches would upon receiving those complain.
I want to voice my deepest thanks for friendship's warmth and cheer
That fill the heart with brimming blessings all throughout the year
And ask that Santa give us peace and love in fullest measure,
With happiness thrown in that lasts as memories to treasure.
So, let me say, in my own way, with simple quatrains plain
And unadorned by ribbons, what no poem can explain,
Just Merry Christmas, one and all, and by the stars that shine,
I wish you Happy New Year in these days of Auld Lang Syne!