we can start over said my soul
and I conversing in the bleak,
the mystifying hour
when it is Christmas in name only
and the cold rains drip from the eaves
of the house that could
disappear, at any moment.
oh, do not grieve, she whispered
silverly do not
though some deceive and others rant
and others mock us to the bone
until perhaps
we have no home of recourse.
and I said softly there will be red and green
and shining snowlights on another day.
the Star will wait.
on another day, not this,
we'll call it 'Christmas',
mary angela douglas 28 december 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you. Santa claus always come to saved the day at christmas time. And christmas for me is my most happiest moment in my life. I do not know why but it feels like i become stronger. Truly, angels sing and that is us if you sing then that is you the angel. :)