O Holy Night

The feast of love approaching

I have no Christmas tree

It is locked away in hiding

It has no point for me

I don’t do decorations

There is only me to please

My house the same as every day

And I am at my ease

 

But my grandsons getting older

I think next year I’ll try

The tree at least can reappear

Maybe a mince pie

Not for myself you understand

But my grandsons’ delight

The tree to signal all good cheer

On the holy night

 

They bring to life what I had lost

The closest one I love

Now they fill that emptiness

And I thank God above

I feel again the Christmas warmth

These children bring to me

And this old scrooge is hotting up

With Bushmills Irish whiskey

 

Brian Fahy

21 December 2021

 

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