"WINTER GIFT" by Julia Helen Jeffrey
I am the Christmas Spirit
That comes with the end of December:
A winter solstice spell, perhaps,
When people forget to remember –
The drab realities of fact,
The cherished hurt of ancient wrongs,
The lonely comfort of being deaf
To human sighs and angel’s songs.
Suddenly, they lose their minds
To heart’s demands and beauty’s grace;
And deeds extravagant with love
Give glory to the common place.
--Anthony F. Perrino