My Christmas Poem for Margie

Coming Home  

Ring the Christmas bells once more:

We hear she’s coming home!

String the lights around the door;

Is she coming home?

Christmas news we can’t ignore

Makes us joyful to the core,

That’s what Christmas cheer is for--

Sophie’s coming home. 

Ready for the donkey ride,

We hear she’s coming home.

Mum along and Dad beside;

Is she coming home?

Out to Heathrow let them glide

To Terminal 3 and straight inside;

The checkout desk is open wide –

Sophie’s coming home. 

Sheep are milling round each gate:

We hear she’s coming home.

Some are running minutes late;

Is she coming home?

They’ll miss the plane at this slow rate,

We hope they haven’t got to wait,

Let them come home fast and straight!

Sophie’s coming home.

At luggage check are three wise kings;

We hear she’s coming home.

Looking through her feeding things:

Is she coming home?

Bottles, tins and teething rings,

Parcels full of Christmas blings,

Cards with angels folding wings:

Sophie’s coming home! 

An angel in a captain’s cap

(We hear she’s coming home)

Checks each wheel and wing and flap;

Is she coming home?

Another angel marks a map,

A third’s adjusting Mummy’s strap

And puts the babe in Daddy’s lap:

Sophie’s coming home! 

Sing the Christmas carol loud!

We hear she’s coming home.

Shout the news and swell the crowd!

Is she coming home?

Angels lift her through the cloud,

Shepherds wait with shoulders bowed,

Mortals swell with feeling proud:

Sophie’s coming home! 

--Christmas 2013