Tis the Season

by | Dec 12, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

Nomenclature allows for different form
Of title we ascribe to Him who brings
On ‘Christmas Eve’ whilst all are tuck’d up warm
He flies about without the need of wings
Exuding joy and merriment, He calls
On each and every child whom doth believe
For those among who doubt the truth; installs
Such wonderment, that none could scarce conceive
Tis Santa or St Nich’ – “ou Père Noël”
What e’er the guise He takes is of one mind
To sow the seed within, to cast His spell
For each of us in turn to be as kind
Tho childhood dreams may seem far distant now
‘His’ Season brings out best in each, somehow


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