Christmas on a Weekday

Walking through the snow,

I hear a bird sing.

Could it be the thing

That makes my heart flutter?

Squeezing in a tangle

Of chimes and triangles,

I lift my foot

And shake the soot

Off in a little pile.

The presents are on their way,

Flying through outer space.

I recall a hymn to sing.

It’s such a silly thing

To forget the words

After singing it a million.

Can you feel the Christmas spirit

As you’re doing all your laundry?

Do you see the end coming

To the carol that you’re singing?

It won’t be long

Til Kris Kringle comes around.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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