A Rom Pom Pom


Every year, at Christmas, I seek comfort:

listening for angels, looking for bright stars,

harboring gifts under my tree worthy of Magi.


Every year I discover the truth:

when I am barred from entering the inn,

crowded in a stable with animals,

surrounded by shepherds and sheep,

and the Drummer Boy steps forward to play.


It’s that simple.



About Ameliasb

daughter, sister, wife, mom, early childhood specialist, creator of poems, photos and sweaters View all posts by Ameliasb

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