Silent Night
in this big house near Cooks Creek
slightly chilled and dark
candles and flashlights glowing
power went out on coldest night and
we gather to party Christmas
is this the right place
she said that we would be able to
see the lights
and we sit
huddled into ourselves
body heat emanating
barely making out faces in the near darkness
but laughter and talk begins
to drown out dim coolness
that threatens ears
and instead I hear
that old impromptu song
written when the organ didn’t work
and which now defines the season
celebrating the one born in
makeshift cradle
with only the stars for light
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