Christmas Eve Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Simply to wait,
the shopping rush is done,
the parcels placed and Santa texted,
the tree lit up,
with baubles blue and red,
the icy path like stars
glisten towards the steepled
church.

The children to bed,
and Santa en route,
jingle all the way,
and, and
Jesus, in the crib
throughout the world,
in shopping centre windows,
malls and church.

He brings excitement of another
way to love, of
giving forgiving,
a touchstone,
glistening like a crystal,
to act as conduit,
of colors of our heart,
Our future comes
the wait in love,
J' est un autre.