(love) From A Snowy Balcony In My Mind

Whether it be a sun-sparkle shine
Or a blizzard bleak grey,
Upon my frozen roses
Springs this Christmas Day,
Whether or not snow babies
Ever come out to play,
Drifting, lifting over North Pole Bay.
Whether or not my lights are up
To bright the winter way,
This, for me,
Is still Christmas Day.

Whether or not Rudolph Reindeer is there
To help guide Santa's sleigh,
Or my jingle bell chimes
Cease and refuse to sway
Or my Christmas Tree angel
Decided to take fly away,
This, for me,
Is still Christmas Day.

How without these things
Can I have my Christmas, you say?
Without my bells and presents
And the usual merry and gay?
Because one day when I wake,
Here you will lay,
Even if I lost everything else
You make my Christmas Day.

by K. Jared Hosein

Comments (3)

That is NOT the entire poem! Full text from my personal copy of 1977's Love is a Dog From (with spacing intact) : don't undress my love you might find a mannequin; don't undress the mannequin you might find my love. she's long ago forgotten me. she's trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette than ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that. she didn't do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.
well explained indeed trapped like it
the title best explains this poem