A Christmas Sonnet Poem by Trevor Stelzer

What a magical time is christmas time
Yet sweeter still in the days of our youth,
What a magical time is christmas time
Ere we taste the bittersweet morsel, truth.

For that time we're allowed to be children
It is in regard naively assumed,
Such a gift how the world remains hidden
Fore it rears up and our childhoods plumed.

What a companious time is christmas time,
Tis a time for family gathering,
What a companious time is christmas time
Spent by live hearths with gift lathering.

Evergreen needles scattered on the floor
Accompanied by their cold, freshly scent,
Grecian wreaths adorn many-a household door
As the hanging harbingers of Advent.

What a tragical time is Christmas time
For we whose tears fall as the freshest snow,
What a tragical time indeed it is
When you're alone beneath the mistletoe.

Testified too by the silent mouses,
Another Christmas Eve at two houses.