Oh, My God!
Not only in church
and nightly by their bedsides
do young girls pray these days.
Wherever they go,
prayer is woven into their talk
like a bright thread of awe.
Even at the pedestrian mall
outbursts of praise
spring unbidden from their glossy lips.
- Billy Collins
Merry Christmas, This Being Alivers!
A Christmas poem.
A resting Santa.
Let's have some outbursts of praise today!
...just because.
xo b
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