I love to read your poems ElleMac.
I might have posted this one before:
It isn’t in the wrapping, it isn’t in the string,
It isn’t in the cards you expect the post to bring,
It isn’t in the fruit cake, or in the sparkling wine,
It isn’t in the pretty lights twinkling in a line.
It isn’t in the holly bush, red berries in the snow,
Whatever I am looking for, there’s still a way to go.
I thought I’d found the answer at the school nativity play,
Yes that’s what I was looking for, caught in words they say.
The parties and the laughter, as tables groan with food,
The singing and the dancing will really set the mood.
Bursting with such merriment, preparations done,
But it isn’t in good wishes, or a game that must be won..
That elusive special feeling I’ve searched for all my life,
The one that can’t be bottled or cut with a sharp knife.
A tantalising perfume, I really want to share,
Not just in December or when bells ring in New Year.
How peace and understanding can be spread both near and far,
The answer I may find beneath my guiding star.
That elusive special feeling in words I can’t express,
My brain is in a muddle, a huge tangle, I confesss.
Parcels,post and parties only play a minor role,
Like shopping lists and robins, a part but not the whole.
Christmas can’t be Christmas without that baby in the hay,
There it is! I’ve found it! That’s WHAT I want to say!