JESUS CHRIST, THE HEAVENLY LIGHT *
      
May the colourful Christmas lights
Radiate joy,  show delightful sights
And soon bring to an end
The ever-widening violent trend.  
May there be no fearful threats
Of brutal, ****** fights,
No dark clouds of deadly smoke,
No pungent smell of burning sulphur,
No deafening thunder of terrible gunfire,
No ugly scenes of ruined homes
And piteous orphans' cries
And parents' heart-rending wails,
No sorrow that dims the light
In anyone's eyes.
May the light of knowledge and wisdom
Illumine the path to happiness,
May the light of joy and love
Sparkle in everyone's eyes
In every humble home.  
May the divine voice of Jesus Christ
Lead all mankind from darkness to Light.
              **       M.G.N.Murthy,
Hyderabad, India

I may be slightly merry
Or even pretty ******
You might even say I'm wellied
(I'm sure you get the jist!)
And I may now talk like thish-ish
And be completely off my ****
But I'll wish you a  merry Christmas
Because I love you guys to bits.

Merry Christmas and God bless
And yes I still love you
As my last teardrop turns to a snowflake
I have nothing left to lose
I wish I could give you the world
And a life together to live
But a few broken peices of my heart
Is all I have to give...

Astronomical solitude

Pinpointing the proximity
Between you and everyone else

The biting cold the perfect compliment
To the warmth that never felt so lacking

It's the most lonely time of the year

It is for the reason we think and think and think,
That the finishing line seems to shrink and shrink and shrink.
Their trophies and our consolation prizes, we always link
To the faces of where it matters not if we stink.

We ***** and *****, but never look;
Only offer our eyes to reference books,
Pay our lives to learn how they sit and smile and dress and cook,
When we could carve out crafts of our own on hippocampus walls to hook.

Charts and charts of sound waves go farther than needed into the ear,
But in this statistic, there are more of those which we are deaf to hear.
Then we wonder, perhaps they will listen if we talk our fear through beer.
What we cannot, we must preach, so in the morning it’ll all be clear.

Putting on several mouths, sincerity seldomly salivates in our tongues.
And all we ever scream about, we let clump and clog in our lungs.
Our voices, we swallow, then verbalize universal dung.
Is that easier than to allow our singularity be hung?

To possess such delicate bones under thick coats of flesh and skin,
One little sting, we crumble as if our framework isn't as fortified as tin.
But sometimes when too stung, we rigidify and our cutis turns lean.
Our pores, too open, that even what doesn't exist, we welcome in.

And so, we stick to our lifelong work of homemade bibles,
And add commandments every time we build stables,
Along with valuables from the places in people’s fables.
Only us can decide to make room for new tables.

Merry Christmas!
To all of my friends
Of Massachusetts!

Anonymous 12/25/2015.

To you,
who's feeling empty,
whose life is lost in the sea,
who's broken into pieces,
whose body is full of bruises,
who's full of hatred,
whose love has just faded,
who's behind the bars,
whose night has no stars,
who's suffering from sickness,
whose spirit is as its weakness,
who's in so much pain,
whose thoughts can't be explained,
who's having a troubled heart,
whose living is like an unattractive art,
who's thinking what this life means,
whose soul is unclean,
who's filled up with this world's love,
whose eyes aren't focus above,
who's just waiting to die,
whose eyes are full of sighs,

You must have cried hard,
for your life's scarred.
No reason for you to be merry,
and all you want is to be set free.
May this season be a reminder to you,
that love came down for you and yes it's true.
Jesus the Son of God was born for you,
to save you from sins– a priceless rescue!
He will be the hope of your heart,
the One who will give you a beautiful start.
Today, choose to look at God Almighty,
and He will be an enough reason for your heart to be merry.

*-Steph Dionisio, December 24, 2015