Christmas
The malls are whirlwinds of activity,
But, behind this hectic confusion,
In one house a family works together,
In another live two adults,
The youngest children lie in bed,
And far away in the distance,
The voices fade away, ©Kaci, 1996
Traffic is jammed for mile around,
Green and red decorate the world,
A trace of snow is left on the ground.
Is a reason, a purpose, a plan,
And everyone is cheerful,
Glad that it's Christmas again.
Trying to decorate a tree,
Examining each precious ornament,
Recalling a sweet memory.
Unpacking nativity scene,
They hold each piece in their hands,
And think about what it means.
Their dreams a tornado of hope,
A firm belief in Santa Claus,
Wishes for dolls and jump ropes.
There is an echo of a song,
And excited choir singing,
A song, both true and long.
Like a leaf lost in the wind,
Until a shy voice
Asks to hear the words again.