Too often
it seems to me
that the path
to Christmas
is hard steep
mountain climb
People rushing
everywhere
No one has
any time
and everybody's looking
for something sublime
even me
not among the believers
I've been conditioned
to want an epiphany
to feel my heart
grow three sizes
to catch that Christmas spirit
whether in the
cherry red lights
or the music
when I hear it
And I'm not one
for Christmas Day
it's like big band blare
It's Christmas Eve
I treasure
Watching the world
my world
settle down and shutter
its charms
are more measured,
muted and fair
like a torch song
it makes me want
to stay up
listening to it
all night long
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