A Christmas Poem: Tis the season

 

This the season when Merry clusters the air in ravishing delight

when love abounds and giving at it's peak

when our eyes sparkles with radiance of hope

and joy untold fills our deepest hearts

this the season when mama goes to the market with brooms to us our perfect shoe size and papa comes back home with a sack filled with drinks

the season when sotted in the corner of most houses is the beautiful emblem of wood filled with green leaves the call Christmas tree

this the season when a plate of food becomes a meal and the cluster of spoons on plate is heard admit hearty laughter's and cheerful spirits.

the season when our heart leaps in excitement like John the Baptist in the womb of Elizabeth at the sight of Mary.

with stars in the sky like never before

and the wave of dust like an angry ocean occupying the air and transforming to blisters of cold in a silent night

and the littlest of moments becomes lasting memories 

this the season

when we celebrate the reason

for the season

born in a manger he lays 

while still leaving among us as the

of our lives.

this the season when hope aligns

joy abounds

and love conquers all.