a Christmas, darkened now
streetlight and moonlight and starlight
shining from the crusts of ice
making even the dirty snow seem clean
above me you slumber
as i thaw meat for our bellies
so that we may eat together soon
and of all the gifts i received
on this day and all the past others
You are the Gift i am most thankful for
You are the Gift i cling to most desperately
and You are the Gift i shall most strive to deserve
they say He died for our sins
but i say back that loving you is so pure
so free of sin
that He should be reborn again
and Easter occur months early
a birthday and a re-birthday for Him
and, as every other day,
for my love of You
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