by Lillian Ireland and Rob Dramer
‘Twas a week before Christmas and all through the town,
Shoppers were busy up one street and down.
Hunched in the driver’s seat, patience grew thin,
As people were hustling, out doors and in.
The snow started falling and it didn’t cease,
And it gave us a lovely, yet false sense of peace.
The roads were quite slippery, so we were quite prayerful,
We knew in our hearts, we had to be careful.
It had been a strange year; the climate had changed.
The drought in the summer kept us longing for rain.
So, when in September, rains finally came down,
We opened our doors and rejoiced in the sound.
And when it was finished, the leaves were fresh green,
The smoke-covered landscape was finally clean!
So, in spite of the changes, the seasons do follow,
And we’ll have to adapt for each new tomorrow.
We’ll do what we can, there’s really no choice,
So let’s stand together and all raise our voice.
We’ll speak to our leaders, and pray ’til we’re blue,
and trust in the end that we all will get through.
So, no matter our age and no matter our stature,
We’ll hold on to our dreams and our hearts for what matters.
We’ll stand with the young, growing up in these days.
We’ll guide them and show them sustainable ways.
We’ll stand for our earth and her precious soil
and continue our exit from reliance on oil.
We’ll stand for the water which we need to sustain us
In small ways and big ways: accountable choices.
We’ll clean up the air as we all move ahead;
We’ll do what we can with this word we must spread.
So rest in this thought while we all work together,
Merry Christmas to all; may God grant us good weather!