Christmas never changes.
In the exchange of gifts and greeting
there is a meeting of hearts and it starts.
Thoughts of voices that have been silenced
and smiles that have faded into misty memory.
Melancholy peeks through the windows
of a heart broken soul; a token show of
love for loved ones long vacant.
At some point you anoint these recollections;
a status of legend and immortality takes hold.
We remember Christmases of long ago as if
they are visions of a changeable future.
It nurtures us and give our sorrow rest.
The tomorrows are the best when our steps
are guided and propelled by the lessons learned.
Through our losses, we remember the wonder of love
and we will be healed by it; the gift of Christmas.
A < > V V A week remains. All the prep- arations are nearly completed. The house is clean and dressed up. Boughs of green- ery hang in sweeping arcs, bringing symmetry to a celebration well planned. Every boy, girl woman and man, join hands in bowed prayer for a day molded on peace and love; above all else, the birth of a child brought to the world to sacrifice in order to make a nice life rife with meaning. And taking time to share in that spirit, aside from the hustle and bustle of hurried desperation seems to get lost in the shuffle. But, when evening comes to call and all will gather in heart, near hearth or around the tree, a communion of love lights every happy face brightly.
reprievesfrom me in a stretch. A call to the stable,
assuringthis latest chapter of the fable goes off without a hitch.
Thesuitis pressed. Theboots shine next to the white fur, setting
thebrightcrimson ablaze;a staple for the Holidays. Am I crazy, or has
Decemberco me more rapidthan eagles? It feels like it to me. Time flies
when I’m hav ingfun.I scanunder the tree with a twinkled eye, spying the
presentsdisplayed.Everybrightly wrapped package becomes the bestprize, never
taking away from the next, at best joining each box in wonder and richness. But,
there is one gift that draws myattention. Did I ever mention my total love of Christmas? It
is in that spirit that I take upthis Gift so inconspicuous, yet soutterly necessary for
this day. For in my hands, Ihold perfection. Atcloser inspection, I am certain. No giftof
Christmas was ever so right; soaccepted. So loved. Remembering the verse, “…and the greatest of these, is Love”, my heart swells, a tellingsign that Christmas lives within me. This Gift soneeded, fills my hands with its girth,and makes myheart wor thythrough all that it espouses.It houses purity,and sanct- ity. It represents love. The Truest of All Love. And so it is with this First Gift of Christmas. I bow my head; a silent prayer prepares me for my jour ney. “God so loved the wor ld that he gave his only son…” and I ret urn The Babe to His manger, the love of Christmas fills me. I raise from my knee, coming to stand near the tree. I am Santa Claus, chosen to be an icon of the season. I am humbled to receive “The Gift” I represent Who gives it a reason. Walking in silence and reverent thought, to a waiting sleigh and a day of love.
Red, yellow, blue.
Green and white; burns all night, bright.
Beacons of light in a mid-December snowfall.
Offering a brilliance not seen since early fall.
Silent, accenting vignettes of serenity.
A Christmas amenity:
strung and hung,
eclectic and electric.
Red, yellow, blue.
Green and white, burns all night. Bright
It comes and goes
when the west wind blows
and we're in the throes
of lake effect snows.
Jack Frost, the leader of my foes,
is drowning out my Ho, Ho, Ho's.
These ten little guys have surely froze;
the way it goes with popsicle toes.