This poem is seasonal in its subject matter, but whether or not that particular holiday season is present, and whether or not it is even consistent with your personal beliefs, it is hoped that you will enjoy the poem for its own sake. It was written a number of years ago.
As blustery December draws near to a close
And the nip of Jack Frost brightly colors each nose,
Every breath marks its place with a vapory cloud
And the Earth is resigned to a wintry shroud.
The snow in its whiteness envelops all things
While off in the distance, a lonely bell rings.
Then another chimes in and a duo is heard;
If you listen with care now, you'll hear still a third.
From all o'er the city, now others join in,
While carolers add to the joyous din.
Nowhere in sight are there faces forlorn;
They're remembering the day baby Jesus was born!