It’s hard to believe that Christmas is less than two weeks away. I am not a religious man so it is difficult for me to celebrate Christmas in that respect.
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I am, however, a scientist. As you may know I am a civilian employee of the United States Military Industrial Complex. I work as a theoretical physicist for the United States Navy. I worship at the altar of science, mathematics, and philosophy. It’s more than a job; it’s an adventure.
I haven’t been able to get excited about Christmas since childhood. I dislike the stress and the traffic and all the various family commitments that are thrusts upon us every year at this time. Not to mention the lousy weather.
I would love Christmas to be celebrated on March 14, instead. That is Albert Einstein’s birthday. Now that would really be something with a religious significance worth celebrating (not to mention that the weather is much better that time of year).
Be that as it may, I have written some Christmas poetry over the years and I would like to share some of those poems with you this morning. I am posting two of my poems - “Special” and “The Crossroads of Christmas.” “Crossroads” is a typical poetic poem with lots of beautiful imagery and extraordinarily intensity. “Special,” on the other hand, is rawer and more realistic and reflects my unique way of seeing the world. I just know you are going to love them both.
Thank god. And thank you.
john. john snow.
The Crossroads of Christmas.
Far below the ancient light
Of 10,000 restless stars, a gilded
Midnight wind rustles through
An abandoned railroad yard,
Swirling snow into clouds
Of sweet perfection that
Settle gracefully upon the
Crossroads of Christmas.
At sunrise, when the eastern sky
Is pale yellow, you attempt to describe
The scene through the hollow haunted
Eyes of a poet. But what good are
Words when words fail you,
And you just can’t describe how
Beautiful the morning really is.
So you close your notebook and
Slip it back in the pocket of your
Field jacket as the morning light
Becomes dusty with snow,
And an audible silence
Hangs from the trees forever.
don’t think you’re special
just because you own a
complete 11 piece set of
LB International polyresin
nativity figurines, bitch