The Christmas light slowly dims
As joy’s illusions fade
Back to a world cold and grim
A fond goodnight it bade
Try as I might to keep the spirit
Darkness bolts the door
Come Holy Night each year I fear it
My psyches ghostly whore
This sadness black torments my soul
On every Christmas eve
I beg for mercy God fill this hole
So my heart no longer grieves
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Silence of winter
Snow falling softly to earth
Reminder of peace
In a world full of torment
In this we must take solace
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Happiness abounds
In communion with loved ones
One can achieve peace
Is this not what’s important
Above all things of this earth
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Tree lined streets draped in white lights
Shine like so many stars in the heavens
Shop windows with edges frosted
Frame the season in all it’s glory
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Boys, with their noses pressed to the glass
Breath leaving an innocent fog obscuring their vision
Electric trains guarded by toy soldiers
Smiling wide eyed observers left speechless with anticipation
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Little girls drawn to sparkling blue eyes of dolls that cry Mama
Bathing them in hugs and kisses
Joy of the holiday blushing their cheeks
The sweet innocence of the child
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Santa Clause greets his loyal believers with a knowing grin
Rosy red cheeks and a beard of snow his calling card
Ho Ho Ho echos above the noise of the crowd
Signaling the approach of Christmas day.
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Sidewalks filled with holiday shoppers
The joyous sound of carolers fills the frosty air
Good cheer is the calling of the day
Were it only that these feelings would last throughout the year
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Reminiscing on past Christmas’ brings such happiness
With simpler times came fewer expectations
The latest toy or game was less important
Instead family, friends and the true meaning of Christmas became the greatest gifts of all
Black Friday crowds
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Fleeced
Our focus lost to door busters
Glossy color ads alluring as crack
A day of thanks reduced to dreams of Black Friday conquest
How sad it is to see culture sacrificed
Left in the ruin of materialism
Family and friends the means to an end
A holiday of joy and reflection
Reduced to nothing more than a chore
Is this what it means to give thanks
To revel in the company of loved ones
We have forgotten ourselves
What we are, why we are, who we are
Money has replaced our morality
Something to be worshiped and treasured
With something to be kept in a bank or a box
This cannot be our destiny
To lose our souls to that which is finite
What sorrow this brings
To watch what was once incorruptible
Held hostage to mere mortal desires for gratification
Pray we find the path redrawn by our moral compass
Rekindling the joy cherished by those that came before.
