Message in a Christmas Card (from me to you)
No snow is falling, but we know it's time
to drink the wine and cheer the birth of love.
What greater season could our loving chime,
the trees and cards and food a greeting dove,
with holly in its tiny yellow beak.
The snow will come and make of us a shrine,
but we have coats which never chill or leak.
They are the coats of energy divine,
expressed with flames in hearths across the globe,
and soldier-trees with tinsel for a sash.
As to an eye a face and ear a lobe,
so friendship and the Christmas season mash.
So join me in this poor but honest song,
the cold is here, but not in us for long.