Christmas Past Poem by Matt Western

Choruses and carrousels filled with gleaming
Heavenly picturesque scenes of dreaming
Rising stars, glittery paths, pilgrims revealing

Imaginations upheaving and relit at last
Slay bells ringing, young children singing
Tray loads full of offerings passed
Midnight mass that heralds the bringing

A conceiving mother to be bears upon this world
Silent in waiting are the humble archangels
Patiently gazing down in awe at this pearl
A creation so magnificent in the waiting
Satiety sits belated in the hearts of all vacant
Too whom the King of Kings shall waken