Here is a Christmas sonnet to put you in the Christmas spirit:
These stars that blink and chase entice my mind.
I stare as plastic people dance and turn
On mirrored ice to silent songs behind
A frosted glass. The candles wax and burn.
My eyes—hypnotized, dazed by lights that churn
And swirl, a flick’ring glow, while shadows fall
Around the tiny room. The taciturn
Snowflakes drop slow and heavy. They enthrall
Me as I gaze, unmoving through the tall
And lighted buildings of the street. I wake
Up from my reverie and tug my shawl
A little tighter now. The last snowflake
Has fallen from my view, and so I turn
To go. Life is awaiting my return.—Christina Knowles