This is what I wrote for last year’s Christmas. We are hoping for much better this year!

We'll put away the frankincense
And try again next year
If only then we have the sense
Of smell, to raise our cheer

Though Christmas never was about
Aromas and such fare
Our joy is Christ without a doubt! 
Yet feasts should fill the air

A wedding feast awaits us soon
And then with perfect sense
We'll lavish in such pleasure boon
And glory better hence

In Makolokwe, 
the land is hungry
for fat to cover its bones, 
those knolls and knells, 
skin stretched, 
as the hips
of a cow walking itself to market.

(October 2020, December 2021)