Full shops, fast feet, full bags, furious, forgot
Gifts bought, house cleaned, cupboards overflowing
Necks wrung, feathers plucked, feet hung, game shot.
Sparkling and shining glinting and glowing,
Loads of empathy, pails of sympathy;
Spiritual love and holiness is in
Public voices rise in cacophony
But there’s melody there beneath the din.
Why am I furious, what have I forgot
Sit down put pen to paper and begin,
Universals challenge, write an entry,
It wasn’t on my Christmas inventory.



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