Hope Atop a Piano

There is a miniature house village, On a piano top all of the year. Three figures 'neath a roof grace its center, A creche to trim for Christmas cheer. Neath the little village swings a garland, Scalloped and sparkly as the sky, Hanging from one end to the other, Trimming the scene for a while. The little plastic creche was found By wandering children at play, Covered in grease disrespectfully, In someone's garbage on a summer day. I think you would say its star gleams now, As it trims the little village from all the world, Its place is honored, so clean and pure. Atop a piano, sparkling, an all-season joy unfurled.