Festooned with lighted snow and Angel molds
Portage with streaming noisy vehicles
Racing to its well known junction at Main
Knows that somehow this is special time.
The northern vortex chooses to stay home
So snow in city streets melts just enough
Providing pleasant slush for trampling feet
To beat rhythms snare-like on wet concrete.
Bare dark trees silhouette against the sky.
Buildings sport colour lined window eyes.
South west low in night’s clear sky
Two ancient stranger planets align then
mimicking the great star of Bethlehem
Conveying to those of good will again
‘Peace, light, joy’ to all of them.