another Yuletide

An excerpt from this year's poem from the New Yorker.

They can’t destroy it. Though they try,
It does outlast them by and by.
Angels flying ever higher,
Singing in the heav’nly choir
“Joy to the World” and “First Noël,”
Can the season’s secrets tell:
Love one another, peace is near;
All people will be welcome here.
Thus, good friends, let hearts be merry!
Two-oh-eighteen might bring us very
Different luck than we’ve had lately—
Fates improving bigly, greatly,
Spirits to protect and guide us,
Inspiration strong inside us,
Clearer vision, wiser choices.
Hear our better angels’ voices.

~Ian Fraizer