Wednesday, December 23, 2015

On Christmas: A Sonnet

On Christmas

I’m never sure which way to turn to sing
before the buzzing crowds of Christmas fans
or even if a song is best to bring
to greedy mouths and ever-grasping hands.
It overwhelms the senses, giddy yet
alarming, expansiveness abounding---
the brotherhood of credit cards and debt
the tinsel-wrapped carols resounding.
But when, at night, it gets quiet at last
and gifts are chosen, hidden till the day—
the mania, the shopping frenzy past—
I can hear it, humming my stress away.
There is a peace. I think it sounds like snow.
That peace. One gift I wish I could bestow.