I don’t care
Who it is
Or where they
Are this thing
Called Christmas touches
Everyone in its
Own unique way
For me it’s
All about giving
For others it’s
Receiving but for
Most most of
All it’s about
Family however you
Ever define that
Category: happines
InvisibleThings
Black white red
Or yellow old
Young or in
Between gay straight
Or somewhere in
The middle these
Are just colors
Or numbers or
Desires but what
Bonds one to
The other is
Always what can’t
Be seen or
Counted or enjoyed
It’s simply purely
Love and respect
It’s these invisible
Things that matters
Most and binds
AndSoOn
Have you ever
Seen those domino
Tricks where you
Knock one down
And there’s a
Cavalcade of toppling
Blocks imagine if
One in the
Middle was missing
Or anywhere for
That matter then
What would become
Of the glee
The same thing
Would happen if
You got your
Wish to be
Someone anyone else
If you’re not
Who you are
Then everyone else
That you’ve ever
Touched simply couldn’t
Be whoever they
Have ever been
Maybe your life
Is hard now
But imagine just
How hard all
Those else’s lives
Would be without
You in them
And so on
And so on
WhatIDo
Americans believe that
What you do
Is more important
Than who you
Are when I’m
Asked what I
Do I simply
Say that I’m
A poet playwright
But what do
You do I
Reply this way
I love and
Then I fail
At loving and
Then I ache
Then I purge
Spewing this heartbreak
Into poems and
Through the mouths
Of characters in
The hopes that
I can either
Prevent or remind
That loving and
Heartbreak are universal
And not personal
Yes he says
But what do
You really do
Some dogs are
Simply not going
To roll over
No matter how
Often that you
Wave your hand
ChristmasBear 🎄🐻
It’s on its
Way making its
Way to you
Brown and furry
Plush and warm
Something that listens
Sometimes to hold
If I could
Have I’d wrapped
Myself up and
Sent me instead
But apart we
Must be this
Christmas you there
So instead I
Sent you me
If I were stuffed
Because every boy
Needs a bear
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 