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From the December Issue


Ho, Ho, Ho

(for TH)

Some things are hard to draw a picture of,
And so important that we always try.
A woman holding scales is Justice. Love
Is arrows from a small boy flying by.
A jolly saint or elf in fur-trimmed red –
A few years back, he was the Christmas Eve
Vision that you had dancing in your head.
This year, you have a new way to believe
In everything that figure signifies
For younger children. Now your love is part
Of all the stories glowing in their eyes
This flying reindeer season. It’s your heart
  That helps make Santa’s magic real, you know.
  You are a celebration. Ho, ho, ho!


Chris O’Carroll is a writer and an actor. His poems have appeared in Angle, 14 by 14, Light, Literary Review, Snakeskin, and other print and online journals, and in the anthologies The Best of the Barefoot Muse and 20 Years at the Cantab Lounge.