Finding Christmas Joy
Christmas day is coming soon and so are my tears,
but this time it will not steal my spirit and soul;
so, I wipe my sad tears away to whisper prayers.
I am busy decorating as Christmas nears,
a lovely Christmas home is under my control;
Christmas day is coming soon and so are my tears.
I am decking my home with bright blinking downstairs,
a pretty tree with tinsel and balls is my goal;
so, I wipe my sad tears away to whisper prayers.
But, Christmas is more than me and my weeping cares,
a holy child born at Christmas has our hearts- stole;
Christmas day is coming soon and so are my tears.
Though this year is different I loudly yell cheers,
let's drink a red concoction from grandmas punch bowl;
so, I wipe my sad tears away to whisper prayers.
Thank you mom and dad for Christmas joy through the years,
and like we always did- I will go for a snowy stroll;
Christmas day is coming soon and so are my tears,
so, I wipe my sad tears away to whisper prayers.
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November 30, 2020
Poetry/Villanelle/Finding Christmas Joy
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1308-674-30
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Deck The Halls
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 12/31/20
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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