SOMETIMES, we're reverent...it just doesn't last long enough
"A bit more than my teeth but, as old as my tongue".
Still, a lit tree or wreath can bring this soul fun.
Let's just say, near to sixty, I've run
of the best holiday seasons seen under the sun.
The spirit of giving means each of us know
the tenets of living lean past mistletoe.
A tree can bring glee but, this poem will show,
the glory of charity to those with no home to go.
An event that meant presents!? As kids we were sold!
With ascent, we learn attendance to the sick, weak an old.
Of elegant or indigent, the best of Christmas will behold
an elemental ingredient that wrests the saddest of us from the cold.