A Poem for Christmas

I wanted the stars to burn more brightly,
the snow to glisten slightly when the moon rose, 
to cast its pale light
on an expectant earth.
I wanted the kind of silent night
in which the world hears, 
for which hearts pause their beating
and breathing stills.
I wanted angel song, cows softly lowing.
I wanted Jesus born again in the 
manger, bathed in holy light.

These are the things I wanted for Christmas
but what I got was the UPS man at the door
every single night.