Christmas Wish
“I feel no Christmas,” cried a little girl,
“I don’t feel any of the Christmas cheer…
The tree is up and lit, the garlands swirl,
And Rudolph leads his pack of swift reindeer,
But I feel nothing,” sobbing would not cease.
Old Santa
hugged her, “Don’t be sad, my dear,
They are not always real – the things one sees,
What’s real is hidden from the eye, but near.
So close your eyes, put on your largest grin,
Unlock your heart and let your Christmas in.”
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Prompted by In-Form Poet With RJ Clarken
Image credit: "Miracle on 34th Street"
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