The Season For The Reason Poem by Patti Masterman

The Season For The Reason



Neon angel, colored lights around your form,
Looking like a psychedelic Christmas tree-
You are the star at the top of my heart;
The best gift of all on Christmas morn.

And on all other days, you are the rule;
The standard by which we fly our ship:
On the radar of life, which holds us bound,
You're the real reason we took the trip.

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