Decorations dangle on trees,
chosen presents hope to please,
foreclosed families will surely freeze.
Nativity stories re-told in bathrobes,
guardian angels pace and probe,
stars compete with service strobes.
In city streets raucous choirs sing,
candled dreams, church bells ring
– will hard hearts crack to let Him in?
Will there be hope beyond kindly glow?
Will there be slow-mo cinematic snow?
Will any sweet chariot swing down low?
Deeply loved: divine-lit our dark,
scorch our lives with sacred mark:
haul shipwrecked sailors into advent ark.