This is the season
Of riotous angels deranging the skies
With songs of peace and goodwill.
This is the season
When past and present swirl
Like snowflakes blown across time’s boundaries.
This is the season
When little children lead us
Into mystery and clarity.
This is the season
Of dogged hope
That love among us never ends.
Peter Bray says
Great stuff, Mary Susan, Merriest to you and Roger!
Pb