Its the season again, and like the more recent ones like it, the magic of Childhood Christmas is missing. The global waarming thing has a bit to do with this, as it is still raining. Imagine a wet Christmas!! I wrote this poem to reflect the essence of this season. Hope it rings a bell.
TRAIL IN THE SNOW
A way in a manger,
A path has been made:
Sons adopted from strangers;
And gods, they who were once slaves.
