Its Christmas Poem by Susan Alldred Lugton

Its Christmas



A baby was born in that moment,
a space was created, no torment.
Each second created a movement
growth they call sweet enchantment.
Its Christmas, a time to be spent
to reflect and challenge time spent,
and to assess again what life meant.

Thursday, December 15, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: baby,christmas
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