Christmas

a poem by Atul James Singh

Christmas is always a special time
With the tingling melodies of chime
And the plucking of the harp
Gives vibrant music so sharp
The gusty winds passing the woods of pine
Sending me cold nerves down the spine
Like honey drops in my ear
And the sweet carols all loud and clear
Renouncing the birth of a child
Who was less human and more divine
An army of angels declare it with joy
“Down in a manger lies a boy
Henceforth you’ll be the sheep and he your shepherd
The Messiah of whom you have so oft heard.”

O Christmas! Thou art a special time
And I dance to thy music of rhythm divine
And from today, this heart of mine
Do I surrender at services of thine.

O CHRISTMAS!! THOU ART A SPECIAL TIME!!