Still Christmas

I still live in that silent night,

I still visualize the star as a guide,

I still smell the hay as a cattle shed comes alive,

I still picture you in your spot flashing a smile.

I dare to dream a dream.

I dare to wish upon that ancient star.

I fill my lungs and give a throaty squeal,

To wish you a million merry Christmas

For every single battle scar.

I still hear the herald angels sing;

I still have a dream your moment will come.

I still stand in awe of a Virgin-birth story

And I still believe you will rise like the sun.

So I dare to dream a dream.

I dare to wish upon that ancient star.

I fill my lungs and give a throaty squeal,

To wish you a million merry Christmas

For every single battle scar.

Akpan

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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