“Imagine.” John Lennon did.
Christmas comes with rain and snow, we are always glad
Because the family unites and changes just a tad.
We smile through held-back tears a bit,
We toast life, kiss mistletoe, and sit
Around a fireplace that crackles merriment.
Silver bells jingle, offices mingle, dressed in red and green,
Spruce boughs whiten, faces tighten on the mount, serene.
Dad plays his way through one more day,
The black notes feel ignored.
Everyone is someone. No one here is bored.
High drama hit the Stuber clan, perhaps a parting shot,
Could we walk or even stand a year of calm (why not!?)
Just like mongers selling fish or drumming up a war,
We find a way to take a break to find a clothing store,
While thanking the creator that no bones or bullets stray.
Let’s build dreams one at a time so all are happy now.
Here’s to Christmas, 2002, for the children of Iraq–
The ones who manage to survive the very last attack.
And to children everywhere suffering separation.
Can we work to build one giant family-nation?
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