"December" a poem by Garrison Keillor

email -- from Am Public Media/Minnesota Public Radio

DECEMBER


A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye


Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,


And also the partridge in a pear tree


And the golden rings and the turtle doves.


In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue


Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,


Enduring the cold and also the flu,


Taking the garbage out and keeping the sidewalk shoveled.


Not much triumph going on here - and yet


There is much we do not understand.


And my hopes and fears are met


In this small singer holding onto my hand.


Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark


And are there angels hovering overhead? Hark.
(c) Garrison Keillor