As neighbours gather and the doors are opened
we enter a space with pine-filled air.
Like star speckled sky, trees gently glimmer
and the whisper of Christmas is finally shared.
A festival-forest of love and laughter;
A winter-wood where no branch is bare.
So celebrate all that is good this season
and the ever-green life of the Christ-child we share.
(c) Susannah Underwood 2019