Poem from Bro Halff

Joy

Every year
Christmas
pops up,
whether we are ready
or not:
inconvenient, unrelenting,
always too soon
to arrive --
bringing with it
its flurry
of demands,
and a snowstorm
of unfulfilled perfections;
it tumbles us
forward
into a new year,
and insists
that in the frigid
night sky,
we see
that both the stars
and we
move.