'Tis The Season Of Joy

At pen- Diya Basu

Tis the season of joy

The barren landscape all around,

They say 'tis the season of joy,

The trees with their silvery linings,

Startling white Cushions lining the earth,

Hard yet soft, almost like an oxymoron.

'Tis the season of huddling together,

In families or in front of fires,

Teeth chattering against the sweeping gales,

Soothed only by the deep warmth of hot cocoa,

They say....

'Tis the season of joy.

They say,

'Tis the season of joy,

The season of coming together,

The season of making merry,

The season of making snowmen out in the front porch snow,

The season of cakes and cookies and toasted marshmallows,

'Tis the season of finding love again,

'Tis the season of light and hope.

They tell of tales of a fabled prophet of eons past,

One children loving saint,

Of patterned shiny mirrorballs of Christmas trees,

And the bright shiny gift wrappers,

Drunken carolers in the moonlit streets,

Yes ,....

'Tis the season of joy.

Yet this joy,

This merriment and excitement,

Doesn't grace us all.

There are ones in the darkened corners,

Cowering in the frigid cold,

Daring to Pray to those prophets and saints,

In a turn of dice their fortunes rolled,

To be banished beyond the wall they were told,

for the poor cannot be so bold.

Yet they raise their arms in a divine epiphany,

As a star streaks across the sky,

And their eyes are filled with light,

"Is this the end?"

"But only the beginning of something new,"

and that is why I tell you my friend,

'Tis the season of joy for all, dear,

'Tis the season of joy.

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