Stranded
I squint through driving snow
Stale engine air provides welcome heat
While we listen to the updated road report.
Cold wind cuts through my thick parka as we take shelter
A styrofoam cup of hot decaf provides welcome relief.
Bells
Silver, gold, or red and green
Bring joy to the voices raised in song
On the smooth leather harnesses or long, rough belfry ropes
Jingling and clanging and ringing out the good news
For unto us a child is born!
