Christmas Time

This is the time of year to feel the pulse
Of all mankind run through the frosty air.
This is the spirit that lets us repulse
The selfish craving that has place a glare
Over the basic values we hold dear.
This is the spirit of good will and peace
Possessed by those rare souls who can not fear
To give their all to life to gain a lease
Of life to love. We cannot swallow ill
And hope to have a vital goal to push
Our timid souls to greater feats of will,
Tlie will to overcome the lies that crush.
This is the time of man to feel the good,
That we would realize if we only would.