Christmas Poem 2023
Carolers sing Oh Holy Night
as this day fades to black
nudging us
closer, closer
to the magnification of the Holy infant
born quite long ago.
Trees are cut.
Dinner's planned.
Gifts are bought.
Floats are manned.
The call goes out, make this one best!
But my mind hears a sound,
an ethereal request?
At least that's what the words suggest,
"Let the baby rest."
"Let the baby rest."
Merry Christmas!
Love, Linda
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