oh the snow we did get.
the powder did fly.
the icicles grew
and the cars they did try.
Christmas still came
with windy whispers,
snow plumes and
great gusty gasps
and a whole lot less folks
than we normally have.
the turkey fed fewer
and the pickings were slim.
the glittery snow blanket
cosseted the usual din,
the last-minute rushin, the one-more-thing trip to the mall,
and those problems didn't change
one thing at all.
Christmas, whether you know the real meaning of Christ and His gift,
is about loving, and giving and sharing yourself, as He did.
Traditional not,
skinnier and sparse
Christmas still happened and I consider myself blessed.
