Tenth Day Of Christmas - A Poem

Every minute that goes a-ticking

Every breath exhaled

Every feeling goes a-flippin’

Every gift exchanged

           

Is like a code

Unlocks a treasure-trove

A place we can truly call home.

Thro all centuries

Each gesture has its stories,

           

From Bethlehem’s Child’s

To the streetwise’

It’s all a chain reaction

Our individual lives a piece of the action.

           

Christmas is for us

Christmas is a part of us.

           

           

           

Eneh