The christmas season nears once more
And love is on the rise again
And mystery is at the door
And children watch deliverymen.
There's holly on the streets for sale
And some are offering mistletoe.
old folks are reading Dickens' tale
Of Scrooge and christmas long ago.
But still nations small and great
Are fighting,land and sky and sea
And oh,it seems with so much hate
That peace on earth can never be.
a poem by edgar guest.
even a poem from many years ago,still hits home dont it?
