NoHoldsBarredPoetryWritingChallenge Day 5: Too soon for Christmas?

woman standing in front of illuminated Christmas tree and drinking from Styrofoam cup in city during winter
Is it too soon for Christmas?
For jingle bells, for sleigh bells
ringing? For "Hark, the Herald,"
for angels singing?

Is it too soon to fall in love
with a small-town country boy
who wears flannel shirts
and rents a log cabin,
roasts chestnuts on the fire,
drinks eggnog by the gallon?

Is it too soon to rejoice 
the newborn King?
The Lion, the Lamb,
Emmanuel—God with us—
the Great I Am?

Is it too soon to search for meaning
in the snow, in the trees, 
in the lights, in the wreaths, 
in the presents, in the sweets?

Where are you, dear Christmas?
Have you been waiting for us?
Have we forgotten who you are
thanks to capitalist lusts?

Come back to us, Christmas,
remind us of your joy, your heart.
Post-Halloween playlist fades in,
watch the demons depart.

© 2022 Nortina Simmons

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