In Silent Night Of Christmas

By Robin McNamara

The silent night crisped the air
With white stillness. 
Although; this Christmas can’t 
compare to ones gone before.
The fire awaits and the lights 
Are on neighboring houses,
Windows smiling with light.
We tell the story of a Bethlehem 
Journey, that we need now
More than ever before.
Silent Night fills the air,
The holidays seem to be the 
Only thing we can embrace, 
In a time of gloves and masks 
And uncertainty of family gatherings. 
This Christmas will not compare 
To ones to come and ones gone.

%d bloggers like this: