find me like a wick among the wax

frigid, still, one gives a candle to the other and lights it. christmas

find me
like a wick among the wax
a thickness confined
dull and cold,
the magic is gone and what is a prayer
when the grass is frost and the trees are bare?

this is when we give a cup of cold water
to a son or a daughter
and tell them to cheer
an old man got up to the podium and said a few words 
about the cup he gave to an unfortunate one year
a few people clapped and coughed
and patted him on the back
one man, with ear muffs, shook his hand
and said the story reminded him of his own bitterness
rolled in wax
the candle sits and drips, no matter though
can anyone know what the drips are for?

frigid, still, one gives a candle to the other
and lights it.  

he takes dry bread and breaks it.

he takes the drink and pours it.

and with fingers intertwined He bends for it.