Coming Christmas Poem by William Kofoed

Coming Christmas



And I think
that in few days
of the Christmas morn
that we will see

memories I have
so many of them
so many Christmases
that I have seen

of snowless ones
what I was a child
with my sled
as I did search

dragging it down sidewalks
pass the brown lawns
but with youthful hope
that I did find snow

a Christmas morn's
spent with my love
with opened presents
together shared

a treacherous trips
in four-wheel-drive
through snowpacked streets
clogged with cars

all the hopes
and all the dreams
of gifts to be received
and of gifts to give

in years past
so long preparing
with homemade gifts
that we would share

with our lists
so carefully made
of all the places
that we would go

all the people
that we would see
all the presents
that we would exchange

of all the joy
and of all the parties
all of that
but not this year

the day will come
to an empty house
no trips will be had
no gifts exchanged

a Christmas like
none we've had before
with the hope
the will not again

yet I will not
forget the day
why we celebrate
on Christmas Day

Sunday, December 20, 2020
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