At Christmastime Poem by DM W

At Christmastime, weather beaten houses
Are lit up to disguise the wintry gloom.
At Christmastime, new promise is aroused
In the hearts and minds of both young and old.
At Christmastime, we should reflect and listen
As the picturesque, falling snowflakes glisten.
At Christmastime, Love's fire is rekindled:
Rich or poor we're one body; one spirit.
At Christmastime, we give and receive blessings.
For these are our most important presents.