These are the days
the days that pass in a blur of dark and light
the days when by mid afternoon
we huddle in our curtained rooms
and shut out the night.
The days of miracle
the days that are full of glittered decoration
the days when presents fill the minds of everyone
to give and to receive, wrap and unwrap
and share, with anticipation.
These are the days of wonder
the days of glistening lights on every street
the days when trees leave the forest
to wear indoor finery while we call
cheerful blessings to all we meet.
These are the days of miracle and wonder
The short days of the solstice and the longest night
the days when the world sleeps and yet
outside my door an onamental quince has already
opened new flowers to welcome the light.