poem of the day December 25 

There is

always magic

everyday 

but sometimes

this enchantment 

it is hard to see

The wonderment

of being content

whole, happy

can be elusive

hidden in the shadows

Yet on special days

collective days

of human tradition

a shared

collectiveness  

parts the fog

and opens 

a glimpse of joy

for all to see

especially

on Christmas day

in houses

with giving trees