THE STARRY ILLUMINATION
The starry illumination
reflected upon the glazed Christmas snow,
which had fallen much earlier as silent children
waited with anticipation, not showing a frown;
they wished to see Santa's sleight flying low:
would he do away with this old tradition?
This was the night when angels choruses
would be heard over a land waiting for His birth;
then the shepherds saw many wonders,
now silence hushes the white, solitary fields,
and nobody is awake to be amazed by angelic visions...
why hasn't Christmas come and why do children wait?
The Starry illumination
is the same the Magi saw from their palaces,
and certain of their expectation:
they loaded their camels
and left for Bethlehem happily;
three gifts they brought to honor the new King,
why have all forgotten that he is born to show humility?
Hasn't he become small for us to love him with less fear?
Gathered as sheep in an October field, all children lose hope
of getting presents, tonight Santa will not come down the slope;
perhaps they were thinking of giving them to Jesus
as he peacefully lays in the small crib made of hay:
oh, how much they would love to watch him play!
One of them picks up a wooden drum and says,
" Follow me to the manger and sing, " The Drummer boy. "
Jesus won't ask us for a gift...He wants us to feel His glory! "