A sparrow on a bare branch
Is caroling for me
“Commonplace,” I hear you say
Still, it wears the face of God
As it ornaments this tree 

With warm hearts and crinkly eyes
Friends shake me from my wintry mood
Like merry multi-colored lights
They brighten up my dark nights
My gloominess – subdued!

These are the things I hold in my heart
These are the melodies that make up the songs
That play within me, that play without 
These are the gifts of Christmas 
I open all year long

© Corinne Curico