They've been relegated
to the bottom rung
of the wrought-iron tree
this year
out of the glare
of the floodlights
near the floor.
Never mind.
Once again they've made the scene:
Santa's helper
the Christmas elf
the sewing machine
the drummer boy
Crayola mouse
bloated gator
cornshuck granny
the Wild Thing
the pink slipper
Holly Hobby
the sunshine girl
Santa Beagle
teddy bear
teapot
'Home Sweet Home'
the snowdrop
beribboned globe
Japanese lantern -
out of the glare
they still are there
and will be still
same time next year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem