December

The first down feathers of snow
fall upon a waiting winter.
Carols are being played.
Choirs are singing them.
Like I remember as a boy.
In the village square
The salvation army lady
In her old fashioned uniform
Blesses all who place a dollar
Into her kettle of hope.
Outside the old church
A crib in a stable
It is always there every year.
To the spaceship called earth
It is only one more orbit around the sun.
But December
is always Christmas to me.