A Christmas Wish
Angels with folded wings float through my door,
camels negotiate a passage through the letter slot.
They bring seasonal greetings from my friends of yore.
Soft reindeer hooves land gently on the floor.
Sinterklaus lets me know that I am not forgot,
more angels fold their wings, come through my door.
Shepherds and Kings with gifts seem each to pour
fresh guilt upon me, since this year Iâ€™ve not
mailed out reciprocal greetings to my friends of yore.
Iâ€™ve known a gentleman for fifty years and more
who, every summer eve sits down to jot
the names on cards; angels with folded wings are at my door.
Next year, I tell myself, will not be like before â€”
Iâ€™ll buy my cards in June, address the precious lot
and mail them by December, to dear friends of yore.
O shepherds, kings, Gasper, Balthasar, Melchior
your patience never wavered from the goal you sought,
next year when angels once again come to my door
may I have sent affectionate greetings to each friend of yore.
Joan Latchford, Christmas, 2002
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