It’s party-time in every pub across the town tonight.
And it feels as though it’s cold enough to snow:
We could wake up in the morning to a wonderland of white –
A winter like the ones we used to know.
Within the hour, the waiting bells of Christmastide will ring
To herald in the holy day-of-days.
Let’s hear again the story of a stable and a king
And fill the air with promises and praise.
With gifts around the Christmas tree and relatives to greet,
Festivities that never seem to stop,
We’ll gather round the table for as much as we can eat
And as much as we can drink, until we drop.
For all the celebration, though, for all that we can spend,
Will we ever have the wherewithal to find
Sustenance for every soul – famine at an end?
Peace on Earth...
Goodwill to all mankind.
Comments about this poem (Christmas Eve by JJ Creber )
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