Merry Christmas
 

   For Danny...
 

    A warm golden glow spreads through a room
    filled with feasting people, devoid of any gloom;
happy and carefree, headless of the night...
          But, somewhere, a child is crying
 
    Joyous spirits follow brandy quickly
    and merriment floods forth thickly
    surrounding all in warm golden light...
             But, somewhere, a child is dying

      The feast lasts through the icy night
    and finally ends, the people feel light
    and slowly depart on their ways...
             Somewhere -- a child is dead

                                                  December 12, 1968

This was written by Ghostwolf
        you can email him at Ghostwolf

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