Christmas Carols

Notes that float from the soul,

the lilting sounds of seasonal cheer,

how quickly the twinkle of lights

and glitter of tinsel

silences the words of their meaning

in servitude to the bedazzling trim,

which streams its expectation insides

over what lies beneath a bow.

 

Surrendered to that anticipation,

possible thrills are dreamed as hidden in festive paper

seductively replacing the joy of giving.

 

Lost is the touch of charitable essence in intentions

from one life to another.

They are replaced by the commercialized crafted caress,

which never dresses the heart

with is warmed by hands

who share the stanzas of the holiday songs,

through doing what they say,

through deeds that are not hollow and vane

filled with counterfeit sincerity.

 

What truly provides the best in gifts

comes when there are no ribbons of manipulation,

just the decorations of a desire

that cares to makes the other person happy

because love is one’s real Santa Claus.