Everybody’s Christmas Invites a Visit from Marley’s Ghost/Judith Ayn Bernhard
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Everybody’s Christmas Invites
a Visit from Marley’s Ghost
In winter’s darkness we huddle
under heavy bedclothes and
waking to the hour that is not
yet morning
We remember Christmas Past
How the intersection of childish
greed and unmet expectations
always led to broken toys and
strained relations
And turning on the lamps by
our beds and shaking the old
visions from our heads
we make a list
For a better Christmas Present
But our catalog of luxury gifts
and sumptuous celebrations
leans heavily on the Santa Claus
of our imaginations
And we come to the conclusion
that our fantasy beneficence
is merely an illusion and
so we begin
To dream of Christmas Future
When Peace on Earth is manifest
and kindness replaces avarice
and the cold air is filled with love
And humbug is a word
we’ve never heard
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- Judith Ayn Bernhard is the author of the poetry collection Prisoners of Culture (CC. Marimbo) She lives in San Francisco with her husband, Byron Spooner.
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