Happy Christmas
When I hear Christmas bells jingle,
I recall the days of frisky kiddies.
I wonder: what stifled the giggles,
the white unsoiled dentition,
the charming rosy dimples,
sparkling eyes on snowy cakes,
cold December cozying up the heart.
My ear pricks up at sound of Noel;
nostril sniffs fries off the cuisine,
throat tickles, acts out a gurgle.
Christmas Day is a year in coming;
yet we've not time to ponder how time
nibbles our span, always wishing all
A Happy Christmas and a rough road.
We're happy, lost in celebrations,
the end of which we dare not mull
till we face up to His Coming,
and wonder what a happy Christmas.
Indeed, a Happy Christmas!
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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