A moment
of Christmas longing Fay White
Christmas is loud percussion
in the symphony of my year,
discordant crass cash registers
beep beeping in my ears,
the tinny ding of tinsel decor
everywhere you go,
and clashing symbols, elf and angel,
songs that mention snow.
And everybody over-busy,
everybody tired,
and most of us ambivalent
and many of us wired.
And I can hear the doof doof thump
of families in distress
as Christmas seems to up the ante,
amplifies the mess.
I wish it was
a simple tune,
played on a flute,
or fiddle,
that could slip
past my defences
and touch me
in my middle,
like the sweetness
of a baby
born
all fresh
and soft
and whole,
to light a lamp of wonder
in the midnight of my soul
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