Merry Xmas Everyone!

Instead of Carols

By Anna Polibina-Polansky

Merry Christmas everyone, at each nook of the earth.

We have been wished the same, from the year of our birth.

Let the new year bring us much peace and joy,

Many happy adventures to easily join.

Many happy returns of Jesus into our lives.

Wish you, meeting our former craving and of future common strives.

Let the world stay the place to sojourn, in mirth.

Let the idea of salvation spread over the earth.

I am staying about, to support your intentions.

I wish you, wishes fulfiled and  happy redemptions.

The year is going to be warm and cozy,

Of relief, of aspirations and of reposing.

I wish you, best motives for existance.

I wish you the best, close ones and ones at a distance.

Jesus grants us a renewing, incessant and ever-lurking hope.

Let us spend this wintry spell, at least in our thoughts, - back at home!

Let us tread a bath backwards to our early youth.

Let our aches be all forgotten or soothed.

We make a homeplace, a universe to further abide.

Let us force away from our souls, jealousy and spite.

We are redeemed, by that Jesus, in Bethlehem was once born.

We are never ever more alone and forlorn.

Jesus is the best, with whom, to incessantly cope.

We were granted a hope, against all lost hopes.

It is little we are truly allowed, in sins, under the sun.

But our forsaken hearts ought not, from no on, get sunk.

We are granted this peaceful spell, to keep our thoughts up trimmed.

Though not all along, we are stunned, fascinated and thrilled.

Before the first star at the sky, we keep ur Lent.

We get humble before the necessity to repent.

I wish to our warm ties, never to split;

We keep the doors ajar and our candles up lit.

I wish you all, happiness with your half.

I wish you to be sufficed with what you have.

I hope that you will keep your pace, through the briars.

For us, angels in hallows, in heaven, were hired.

For us, they keep the altar, in golden dust and in beams.

What we have endured, the Lord generousy redeems.

We ought to be thankful; our complaints are all heard.

We are chosen by Jesus, to watch his chaotic herds.

The price of His upper pardonning, is not cheap.

So we are not to sacrifice with his holy sheep.

December, 2020; Moscow