Nativity

Soon  and very soon  the streets  will be full of lights and the city will be  under frosty dewsmoked atmosphere,the plum cake fumes,it's an alarm for December ,like something is changing and something is sweet cold.

without you it's all incomplete , wont mean anything ,whats December with out the Nativity.

This frosty and foggy sweet  .

My  song will be missing,My identity be still lost.

I’ll be unaware of a Forgiveness, heavenly family and Grace. 

So you were born.

Cold refrigerant  both  of my  hand's however still the warmth of love is very strong.Frigid, gelid, , icy, bleak in east .Cutting, raw chilly, perky crisp, frosty, north .Snappy frigorific frore frosty, rimed, my city in December .

Joy is  in the hemisphere ,hear the angels singing  in one harmony once again and the heavy wind brings the  attention, they whisper in my ear 'oh it you 'its you and its all about you. \I write so I can treasure December .It reminds me  of the star ,the  king's on there  knees to a baby , Angel singing.

The story of being born ,I  have left the Santa and the Christmas tree way behind.

The December is a song of  hope  and a love letter from above . December  reminds me how special that night was when my savior was born , Celebrating the life and light, its about the love and love alone ,Am not alone coz of December and the history is still alive.

©Vandana Andrews