December Poem by Roy Ballard

Foul weather, darkness and the winter flu!

We should be blighted by this triple curse

but those of us who live December through

recall it fondly; January's worse.

When darkness rules, December lights the lights.

Should these remind us that there was a night

when from the very highest of the heights

came down to us a mighty Prince of Light,

in form a child, from a sovereign throne?

Whatever was more wonderful than this:

that he who strides the universe alone

should come to sanctify us with a kiss.

So hang your tinsel and your holly too;

they celebrate this miracle for you.