BR: A Christmas Complaint

From the Archives: Margaret Haskins Durber

A CHRISTMAS COMPLAINT by Margaret Haskins Durber

O mystery of Christmas, I feel it every year
The hush, the whispers in the atmosphere, 
Soft voices like the brush of wings,
The secrets, the sound of things 
Being smuggled indoors, upstairs, all week;
People warning me not to peek; 
Closets that must not be opened, rooms that can’t be
     entered, the a…