Christmas Poem 1998

Dec. 7, 1998

1998 Christmas Poem

Wayne Danielson

In this beguiled ball

Suspended from the tree

I see reflected all

The season’s mystery:

The brassy polished scene,

The ornaments that move,

The lights, the red, the green,

The simple gifts of love.

Sacred and profane,

Confounded, out of place;

The plastic angels