Christmas is a time of merriment … and melancholy.
We look back at happy times.
We look for friends to share merriment now.
We look for greetings and presents to send and to give.
We look around, see others worse off than ourselves.
We look down at the earth, sleeping – resting after a busy year.
We look at the greetings from absent friends.
We look at the parcels, potential.
From our melancholy, we look up.
We look up at the stars, the universe out there,
The Star in the East.
We look up to a future
Look up, Look up.