christmas poem

Last night was the annual Light Parade and the weather wasn't so cooperative--it was windy and cold. But from what I could see, it didn't dampen the spirits of the crowds. And I could hear little kids in their excitement, urging the grown ups on--faster and faster! Sometimes I wish I liked occasions such as that. But, all in all, I prefer knowing it's happening around me, snug and warm here in my solitude. Sometimes we need peace in ourselves--stepping out of the hustle and bustle. And I enjoyed holdiay music, hot tea and relaxing. I hope I don't end up sick for the holidays--so far it's not looking too good, though. Sore throat, exhaustion... bah.

This poem was posted in SJP Blogger's blog and I liked it so much I copied it and linked:

May this Christmas be the first of many
By Giovanni Bassano

May this Christmas be the first of many,
Each more joyous in our growing love,
Revealing more of happiness than any
Riches might provide or pain remove.
Years flow like an unrepentant river,
Carrying the soil of life away,
Holding far more than they can deliver,
Rushing past the certitudes that stay.
In love there is an instance of forever
So shy and lovely it eludes the eye,
The sense of being home when we're together,
More enduring than a reason why.
As love is born of passion, borne by will,
So may for many years we choose love still.