A Merry Christmas

Thick snow covered the mountain tops and the dangerous calendar is going to be finished very soon, But a new shinning one comes with the same old nagging worries. I hear the hymns from a faraway church And I think of my old thatched village church and the skinny bearded father who wanders in my blood-soaked native land. Oh! My Lord Jesus of Nazareth, If we could have the Christmas at all to our miserable lives? * Dedication to Sandra, Jerry, Alison, Denis, Dave, Max, George and the rest of my fellow poet friends in the site. Merry Christmas and a prosperous new year to all.