I have no heart
for Christmas, tho snow is dusting
sweet
Up and down the silent
town, whitening the street.
For I am all but
homeless; my wages are reduced.
What be the treat if I
must meet my friends in rags unspruced?
I have no heart
for Christmas, for jolly present
giving.
It’s been a year of
shifts austere; I’ve been through quite a sieving.
The government spreads
folly, the people whine and slink.
Corruption stands in
many lands, refreshed with food and drink.
I have no heart
for Christmas; its meaning is
concealed
By bearded guys in
cheap disguise with candy canes congealed.
Better to forget about
the chants and boundless junk
For tawdry sale
through hill and dale – I’d rather be a monk.
I have no heart
for Christmas – but
stay! What’s this I feel?
Kindled slow but like
a blow from some great bell’s first peal.
My heart is but an
organ; it cannot stop the Spirit
Of Joy sublime this
Christmastime, if I but choose to rear it!
About the author:
Tim Torkildson is an editor of online websites, including Scripture
Poetry. http://www.scripturepoetry.com/
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