Snow scene Paints times of nostalgia Quintessential village landscape Bedecked with a blanket of snow The coverall. Happy families skipping by the river path To the kismet bridge Beneath the star that was foretold. And beneath the snow Under that cloak of invisibility What lies there on a cold winter night of glad tidings; Do you know? Have you watched the homeless Beg in the shopping mall And the destitute turn to crime Or shoot their own stars So they too can dream of fluffy white* Marshmallow clouds in the arms Of evergreen Christmas trees? Yet it’s Christmas, a time of winter cheer Giving and goodwill; give it a thought.
I was attracted by this lovely snow scene in the barber’s window and in most of the small shops in town a different if similar Christmas snow scene. So lovely and happy and it did in fact raise my spirits to see it. However, as I sat down to write the poem twisted itself as I thought and saw that our preparations leave the poor and destitute even further behind. A time of goodwill and giving to others has been turned inward and made a gluttony of excess. In my local town the churches have thankfully set up night shelters for the 3 months of December January and February and Christmas Day itself promises to be special. I wonder what Christmas specials are happening in your towns?