Where I come from, it’s a wonder
To catch snow, fall – white from yonder
To see light, constant and brilliant.
I pin my back to the ground
to reach for the stars that twinkle o’er my head
and lay, my eyes on its beautiful bed.
I try to make sense of what they say
About love, and Christmas, and staying gay
As they seem baseless and well flawed:
We lose sight of the light from our hearts
And become wise in our misery flats
Built from blocks of misconceptions.
Love makes the cheeks glow red
for the left behinds, still, and unfed
even tranquility is haunted by jingles.
It’s too late to grow younger, I should tell you
When our hearts leapt for gifts, and expected impromptus;
Surreal, and seamless acts of kindness.
As a child, I loved it entrenched in a season
Now, I look inward for reasons
To be the gift that I wish to give
As I warm up with the Harmattan for Christmas, Shirtless.
By:- Shobande Daniel Oluwadamisi
