We live near the boulevard,
Open a window and it is not hard
To believe,
Do you believe?
Each year for the last four or five,
Some men and women in trucks drive,
By our house,
Do you believe?
They now have forty or fifty or a hundred all lit in color,
Police escort, HONK their horns and drive my dog bonkers,
If you wave they do too,
Do you believe?
Each truck has strings of lights to delight the roadside few,
Maybe out past curfew or stamping their frozen feet too,
Reindeer and inflatable penguins on a skidoo,
but do you believe?
That human kindess and good cheer should only show up once the decorations are complete?
That what is generous now, will last till summer,
somehow, that thought should warm some feet?
Or like festivals, celebrations or such things seasonal are best kept to one time per year, call it Christmas fiscal responsibility...
Maybe you don't believe in anything at all?
Do you believe in love thy neighbor as thy self?
Or do you believe in a story about an ageless elf?
Do you believe?
*
I
believe
in each, one
of you, can do
more good than harm,
it is true, if it is one mite
only, as that is all you have,
may it be multiplied by those
who see what you do and they
want to give, contribute and share too.
This is half a tree, my poem is sadly
incomplete, for that night
we all wait for and
attend,
will at
the end,
appear
almost
the end of
this December!
©DWE122013
This happens, at the end of the trucks parading by in a beautiful slow roll past, they go to the park by the mall, and light the tall and grand tree, I appreciate this very much as to attend the tree part, you need to bring they ask you to bfing something for the local food bank!
