Turning on the Bright Lights

Spirits old and new,

Local and foreign,

Ambling down the

Corridor of consumption –

Now breathing

With homespun shops – 

Aiming to start

Another year’s end.

Attending a spectacle

That strives to sprinkle festive cheer,

Melting ice from conflicts

And the chilly atmosphere.

Vines of wonder thorned with awe:

Our surrogate stars

In this bustling night.

Their celestial shine

Inspires us to be

Choirs of merry voices,

As we witness the

Simple sublime.

We’re reminded what it

Means to be alive.