it's a simple
thing really when you
stop and squint
seeing what matters
through the garish tinsel
and the velveteen bows
three sizes too big
you'll wonder why
you couldn't hear it
throbbing under the
constant wailing of
jangled bells
and silver tears
be as a child
'christmas is coming
the turkey's getting fat
place you a penny
in the derelict's hat
if you haven't any money
a crust of bread will do
if you haven't even that
then God bless you'
and that one word becomes
easier to hear
easier to see
faith is the gift
from the heavens
it's free
© by Trish Shields
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