We’ve slept out of sight, in permanent night
Then, a crack in the darkness… a flash of bright light!
The tree’s brought out first, then tinsel and glitter -
The stockings are giddy, they’re all of a-twitter!
And now it’s our turn and, oh the sweet feeling
As we’re freed from our box, tumbling and reeling,
Then strung from the branches, where we’re meant to be:
Bathed in the twinkle of lights on our tree.
And what does it matter, if we’re some of us worn,
If we’re battered and tattered, we’re cracked and we’re torn?
For this one’s from Grandpa, and this one’s from Granny,
And here’s one from Aunty, and this one’s from Nanny.
And here’s the stitched bauble Jake made while at school
And this is the bauble Faith swore was a jewel.
It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas! We’re gathered together,
A time to rejoice and remember forever.
John Rice