Christmas Poem

I authored this poem for my brother-in-law after prolonged, earnest meditation over a Thomas Kinkade painting. It composed the majority of his Christmas present and he immediately acknowledged it as the visionary masterpiece that it unquestionably is.

When life is dark

And the forest is dreary

Look towards the north

To your sanctuary.

All can be dismal

And you may feel miserable

Look at the light inside

Let it warm your insides

Like the hearth of a warm home.

Like the deer in the woods

Sometimes our hearts are hungry

Looking for foods

We often get lonely.

But there is a home

Made of majestic stones

That the snow has made white

So our hearts may be bright

All thanks to the Painter of Light.

XOXOXO,

Your little-brother-in-law