Christmas in Shirley

Snow bounces off my feet,
Applauds itself across the yard,
Creating a shroud, momentarily,
Then returns to ground resettled.


I stamp again, enjoying the warmth of the cold,
Feet now dancing, not walking,
Towards chow, silently loud,
Dinner smells of childhood past.


Eating in readiness,
Sounds drift from the yard,
Carols from an old post card,
Sweet sounds of Christian love.


A baby born, this silent night,
Light replace stars this snowy eve,
We have a savior in our midst,
No more prisoners.


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