The Forgotten Gift

By brian francis

They never seem to understand
Why this season brings me down
They laugh and throw their parties
Always asking me if I might come

I moan expressing my deep regret
Commitments seem so daunting
If I had time, I’d surely be there
But alas I must attend another’s

The songs they sing bring back joy
Remembering other holiday seasons
Walking in snow to sing a caroling song
In a group from church or family time

I refuse to endure their jollification
Exchanging gifts, a sure waste of time
The birth forgotten among the joy
I’ll spend my time at the manger


Copyright ©2020 brian francis

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brian francis

Born and raised in the idyllic environment of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. A rural paradise perfect for a roving childhood. Now living in the desert southwest, with a flock of parrots, a pigeon, and Three dogs.

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