Tag: Christmas

Good Samaritan

Good Samaritan

 
Her footprints left tracks
on the snowy road
The frost clung to the trees
Her gait began to slow
 
The journey was challenging
She hadn’t come very far
Looking behind her
She could see her car
 
Why had she been negligent
Letting it run out of gas
In her haste to get to her destination
She had created this impasse
 
Something up ahead shone bright
But then seemed to disappear
She regarded it as a guiding light
and began to persevere
 
Intrigued by the light
She was drawn to its brightness
Pushing on in the crisp air
A beacon in the whiteness
 
She missed her footing
Falling to the ground
Crying out in pain
No one there to hear the sound
 
She lay in the snow
for what seemed an age
No traffic passed by
Her decision had not been sage
 
Through the falling snow
She saw the light glow brighter
As fatigued as she was
Her heart felt lighter
 
She could not see a face
As the shadow appeared
She sensed a feeling of peace
and was not afeared
 
She looked up and saw
a man with a big white beard
He was wearing a red velvet suit
No, this is too weird
 
I saw you struggle, said he
I brought you what you need
Let’s go and fill up your car
So you can proceed
 
He helped her into the sleigh
and clicked at the reindeer
A feeling of harmony encircled her
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 


Word Prompts:

Harmony

Frost

Intrigue

Snowy

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White Lies

White Lies

This Christmas will be white
But not with virgin snow
The tree is bedecked with tinsel
But it twinkles minus the glow
The festivities a non-event
The food just a necessity
The only present to unwrap
Was the gift of a penalty
Without someone to love
The holiday holds no appeal
A person alone can be
Regarded as a fifth wheel
Composing yourself for
The inevitable questions
Answering with white lies
Avoiding unwanted suggestions
Eventually it will be over
and be gone for another year
Next time it might be different
Perhaps I could disappear 


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

This poem is for anyone who might be spending Christmas alone.
My heart is with you ❤️

Word Prompts:

White

Tinsel

Bedeck

Compose

Festive

 

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