Christmas Season

People make a springtime out of lights
With countless blooms to decorate the nights.
A vast array of brightly colored flowers
Adorn the landscape traveled after hours.

I may not have the needed extra cash
To make it to a single Christmas bash,
But I won’t let such cares oppress or harden
My heart, when all the world is made a garden.

I’ll revel in the beauty I can see,
And messages sent out for you and me,
And all with just the sense to look around
At all the wonder waiting to be found.

The blooms are coming earlier each year,
A welcome gift for Santa and his deer,
And children who anticipate with dreams
Much more than just these brightly colored beams.

For me the gift of Christmas will be Spring-
The wondrous lights like heaven’s offering.
By Christmas blessed if for no other reason
Than all the blooms created by this season.

John H. Bidwell