The first has yet again returned,
My hand held yours as the night’s sky burned
With colors from the brightest of dreams.
We raised our glases through cheers and screams,
Coat covering your shoulder, watch on my wrist,
Make a wish, my love, we all have a wish list.
Clothes and trips and rigs and other silly things
I’d like us to posses and enjoy. A thought clings,
In the back of my mind and it seems to find
A way to push through the moment and grind;
We are ever so fortunate to live this life,
Where we have each other to chase away strife.
The holidays might end, but the World is still mad
There are human beings everywhere too sad,
Too poor, too sick and too jaded to dare to smile.
I know we cannot help them all, but for a while,
Let us think of them and wish them well at least
May they find shelter and love and have a feast.
At least for a few moments each day let us do so,
For we are blessed to have somewhere to go;
A place where our loved ones prosper and live,
Let us remember to respect, appreciate and give.
Through compassion and empathy let us show,
That humanity can cover the Earth just like snow.