The air is peaceful, cold and still.
The stars twinkle in the night.
The cat slinks in the shadows
While birds twitter in the moonlight.
But...is this really Christmas?
People hurry downtown shopping,
Their purchases piling high.
Nervous voices loudly chatter,
Weary as the hours fly by.
But...is this really Christmas?
Footsteps treading through the snow,
A deliberate, peaceful walk,
Into church to kneel and worship.
There is no need to talk.
This...is really Christmas!
(c) 2014 E. Bonnie Ryan
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