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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