Another Christmas poem

It's not too late . . . there are twelve days, remember?

Nativity (1992)
by R.S. Thomas

Christmas Eve! Five
hundred poets waited, pen
poised above paper,
for the poem to arrive,
bells ringing. It was because
the chimney was too small,
because they had ceased
to believe, the poem had passed them
by on its way out
into oblivion, leaving
the doorstep bare.

 

(HT:  David Buysse)