Advent Poem by Jacqui Thewless

Christmas approaches.

Every star-struck sense

shuts down for the snow

though a cappella codes of carols -
interpreting the tingling elements
as if nipped noses and chapped lips
were necessary notes -
assuming the means,
make fingers do jingle bell dances in pockets and bags,
snap purses open and unhand
wads for gifts (wrapping with bows and ribbons
being the best bit
of Baubles-and-The-Tree
or cards carrying Robins and Santa through the letterbox) .

But God's scot-free and

rebirth comes unplanned.

This makes me shiver, as always. O...