The Poetry of Alfhild Berg Salls
The Christmas garlands are stored away;
No lights or candles glimmer.Once-a-year goodies have had their day;
Our pocketbooks are much slimmer.Christmas is such a magical time;
Love and joy prove their worth,Children, eyes shining, raise voices sublime
To tell of the Christ-child's birth.But Christmas is over - where does it go -
That magic, that love, and that joy?Must we go boxing it, hiding its glow,
The goodwill and radiance destroy?If we must store it, why not in our hearts?
Then, every day of the year,Through our eyes and our lips, a fractional part
Will escape to dispel someone's fears.Alfhild J. SallsAFTERMATH
