Christmas is full
Of gaps,
The gap between waking
And opening presents,
The space in your belly,
To be filled with Turkey
And Mince Pies,
The space, in the middle of a cracker,
The ever lessening gap,
Decreasing between your thighs,
The gap between unwrapping,
Underwhelming gifts,
And sincerest of thankful replies,
The gap between what we expect to receive
And that which actually arrives,
The gap between what we can afford to spend
And our budgets limitations
The gap between western wealth
and so many impoverished nations,
The space where compassion should be
For the homeless on our streets
When we blow a weeks wages
On trainers for our feet,
The space between the good that we want to do
And the resources at our dispense
The distance between family members
Kept by sitting on the fence,
But the biggest and most glaring gap
is the smallest one of all
The pin-head size gap
The microdot
Embedded in the uterus wall,
The virgins uterus wall,
The hopeless void into which
The Christ child stepped
To bridge the gap
For all.
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