This poem reflects on a resigned acceptance of the annual barn swallows’ return in Texas, highlighting the tension between the desire for personal space and the inevitability of sharing it with others. This theme can be seen as a metaphor for the broader human experience of dealing with unwanted yet inevitable disruptions in life.

During Christmas, the enchantment often revolves around Santa Claus, yet the true essence lies in its origin – the 4th-century Christian Bishop Saint Nicholas. Orphaned and blessed with wealth, he became renowned for his generosity, particularly towards children and the impoverished. Driven by Christ's call to serve the needy, Saint Nicholas left a remarkable legacy and a beacon of light in a dark world.

Don’t keepsakes always hold a special place in our hearts, such as reflection and reminiscence. In this poem, I’ve tried to capture the shape of the content of this poem as part of a concrete poem, also known as a shape poem, in which the arrangement of the world on the page is important because it conveys the meaning of the poem. In this case, there is an opening and closing, an invitation to open this poem up and rediscover the hidden treasures in my collection.

A country with generational fatigue from decades of unrest and a 13-year civil war, this is a conversational poem speaking to its people, that the answer to suffering can be found in its very namesake, “the Savior,” Jesus Christ.