Holidays are happy days,
Full of gifts and sweets!
There are lots of games to play,
And lots of toys and treats!
But why does all this happen
At just this time of year
When it is so cold and dark,
With little cause for cheer?
The day that is the shortest,
With the longest night,
Is when the heavens start to give
Each day a bit more light.
And so we mark the turn towards light
With holidays that say
That light's a miracle, and joy
Can light the darkest day.
And so it is in life: The darkest
Hours will be when
The light will turn, and with it hope
Will be reborn again.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.