Complexity

Waiting for simpler things.

Complexity grows

This time of year.

We wait for the Baby.

We wait for snow.

We wait for light.

We wait for family to arrive,

However they come.

We wait for them

To leave.

Complexity grows

With all we have added,

Nativity pageants are larger

Than anything

We’ve ever seen.

Everything demands

A crowd.

I yearn

For Silent Night

Sung with simple guitar accompaniment

Followed by moon and stars

Maybe some snow.