I would give you light
this Christmas
a bag of light.
A paper bag so full
it would burst its
toughened seams
to let the light
I wish you
take your heart
in its vibrant beam
and lift you
high enough
to see
that where you end
a light begins.

I would give you song
this Christmas
a breath of song.
A simple breath so deep
it would burst my
shallow lungs
to let the song
I wish you
take your heart
on its fragile air
and move you
far enough
to hear
that where you start
there’s singing.