To Sing Along With The World Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I cannot jingle bells,
But I can jingle words.

I cannot be an angel,
But I can be a shovel.
And carry words all over
The world.

I cannot be a tree,
All green and shiny,
With decorations gleaming
Yet standing in one place.
But I can call you,
To come shine on our side,
For it has always been dark,
While on yours it is light.

I cannot be the electric lights,
That caress a tree and light it
Up with hugs, but I can hug you,
And say merry, warm, hugs with
Both of my arms, which lay heavy
With wanting to just shake, and
Do nothing but hug the whole world,
With the light in them. Merry Xmas
Folks! The world is still turning
With us suspended in it, by
Our stories of this holiday, that
Comes in less than ten days,
Before the New Year.

Sing along with the world,
Buy a little not too much,
For the song is not about,
Spending but rather about,
Visiting the world not
Thought about, where stories
Tell us a young year and
Supple, is about to be born.
In this story of the tree turned the
Story of money gleaming,
And jingling in your pockets,
Wanting to come out, and
Throw itself on the counters,
Of the world, where the
Tellers are waiting for
You to say Merry Xmas
And Happy New Year, with
A handshake that powders,
The counters with gold,
Leaving you poorer, in
The New Year.