November’s almost gone,
with winter showing signs
I’m not impressed with blowing snow!
In Spring I feel just fine.
It’s nice to make a rhyme,
but thinking has a part.
I’m seated now, with pen in hand.
I don’t know where to start.
It’s facing now my Christmas
with cards and notes to write.
The packages I’m pondering.
I can’t get any light!
Quietly I watch the fading day.
What does tomorrow hold in store?
The list of tasks grows longer every hour,
How can I add some more?
But Christmas has deep meaning
A baby meek and mild,
Is so essential to it all.
Enter the Holy Child!
(November 2007)