Every year in November or early December, I write a poem about Christmas. I send it out as a Christmas card to family and friends each year. Over the next 26 days, I’m going to publish one of these poems here, kind of like an Advent calendar. Hope you enjoy them.
This is the very first one I wrote, in 1992. I was a senior in high school. I received a Christmas card from my good friend Kelley, which contained a poem. I thought, “I can do that too!” and I knocked this one together. I had no idea I’d be still doing this decades later!
There is a field not far away
Where angels dance and spirits play.
The flowers and the singing birds,
And girls and boys speak happy words.
The poet and the shaman both
Are members of this happy growth.
No place on earth compares with this;
No place can have this total bliss.
A sense of harmony surrounds
And fills the water, air, and ground.
A brook here rolls with flowing ice;
This field, it is a paradise.
Whatever season the winds may bring,
Be it winter, summer, fall, or spring,
This field of mine will never change;
Its rapture always will remain.
Your life will change throughout the year,
But it is always Christmas here.