My poetry went missing,
The selected words
Blended in the white noise
Of yule mules and
Their sleigh bells a bouncing.
Commerce over Christmas,
The ever present threat
Of package over presence.
Infuse our giving with life,
Let not our hearts inflate
On front lawns of light.
Guide our hearts to
The hearth of the matter.
Warm us by the fire
Of Your reality,
And give us more than
Peace on earth,
Grant us a piece of
Your heart.
Amen.
Gerald the Writer 
Must be mental telepathy. I woke up missing your poetry and here it is. Thank you. Janet
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Thanks Janet. Your thoughts helped the Muse.
The best season of the year and we are so easily side tracked. It starts subtly and gradually pulls us in further and further.
Thanks Jerry.
Merry Christmas Jasper, to you and your family. Thanks.