The debris piles are almost gone
Blue tarps coming down
As new roofs go up
Strings of twinkle lights
For absent street lamps
The land looks so barren
A stark juxtaposition
Against the wisps of Holiday cheer
Striving valiantly to fill the
Jagged cracks left by the storm.
With makeshift trees proudly wearing
Hand-crafted ornaments standing tall beneath
Golden angels and glowing stars
Faithful reminders of humble beginnings.
Of silent nights from long ago.
A joyous reminder of all that remains.
Oh, bless this simple, heartfelt Christmas
This healing, hopeful, humble Christmas
This grateful, genuine, gentle Christmas
From this rugged, resilient city by the Bay.
© 2018 Jennifer Nelson Fenwick