Christmas Village Redux Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

looking back, I was always hoping a little
that the neighborhood would turn out to be
a kind of Christmas village

all year long. you know the kind.
with the cheery figurines at the realistic
windows near the decked out Christmas trees

waving as the train rushed by.
the little girl in her red coat
feeding the cardinals in the snow.

the seamstress making the angel
choir robes for the children.
the church with its cellophane

stained glass...its bell that never
rings out the disasters.
alas. the neighborhood didn't know

it was meant to be this.

but I still feel a more than Christmas glow
just dreaming, it could...

mary angela douglas 17 april 2015