make for me
the moments long
let the music play
beyond the reach of winter hands –
this precious
Christmas day

wrap for me
the sweetest gift
that I might open wide
the blossom
of my fragile heart –
a season undenied

wherein the midnight
glistens now –
the same eternal shine
as once a baby welcomed me
with innocence divine

of places not forsaken
let me find them every one –
returning now
the ways of love –
immortal I become

the bluest night
o brightest star
alight on virgin snow
as ancient signs fortelling –
the first of these to know

as moments stilled
by silent winds
around this sacred tree
remains of love
tho undeserved –
the only gift
I need

. . .