there is something about christmas eve <br />a million things cant fill up in this heart <br />a glittering christmas gift laden tree cant cheer up <br /> <br />an emptiness trails the snow <br />that lightly, steadily, smoothens <br />the landscape with white <br /> <br />the steps of carolling singers <br />from house to house <br />land louder than their songs <br />on this heart that tries to <br />make merry for the night <br />without knowing why <br /> <br />as the night dims and silence <br />to a mere glittering tree by the window <br />one is left wondering whether the night <br />would have been as well spent alone, praying <br />and reflecting on Christ himself <br />instead of all the raucuous ceremonies <br /> <br />how he had walked, bearing a cross alone, <br />all alone towards Calvary so that our soul <br />would be cleansed of sins, a plain of white <br />glorious as snow for God<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-that-cant-fill-up-this-heart/
