All the pounding banks and pockets take

Slowly ceases to sound

We chuck the last uneaten Christmas cake

Goodwill does not abound

But a realisation does

That what was powerful before the silly season

Like what exists between us

Is stronger still and with good reason:

True things are not distorted by

Corrupted celebration

God’s love, like ours (you and I)

Grows and knows no dislocation. 

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