THE REALITY OF CHRISTMAS

Here again is the Christmas spirit,
invisible, perhaps,
but still distinguishable.
It lies in the atmosphere, somehow,
and gently embraces my heart
in soft blankets of love.

I do not know the reasons,
neither do I question
or try to comprehend.
I know it's real,
and it is enough
to feel the joy of the season,
hear the hush of winter,
see the quietness of falling snow,
be exuberant as a child.

Copyright 1996 Ruth Gillis

Previously published in Poets At Work
November/December 1996





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