afterimages

Bring my soul out of this prison and then I shall praise your name.

distracted by the antiphon :
O Root of Jessie, the ensign for the peoples, before whom kings will stand silent, and whom the nations will seek : come quickly to deliver us.

Santa was always
a poor shadow of Nicholas
the broadside of Santa
pitted, faded, frayed
affords Nicholas with the
chance to shine again
into the dark

a carol jumps to mind

Long is our winter, dark is our night
come set us free, O saving light.