Jenny Florentina's

Tremendously Personal, Unremarkably Confidential
Somewhat it reaches another December
Noel, noel, the angel did say
Ornaments and lights in my chamber
Would you name the carols I used to play?

Frozen in absence of snow
Lightings but not in a show
Another box without a bow
Kaleidoscope glitters not a glow
Emmanuel, it is real somehow
Send me words if you get my poem now