Friday, December 23, 2011

Christmas poems

Here it is, the eve of Christmas eve!  It seems to come earlier every year.  Here is a poem I've written on the subject.


What is it about December
that amplifies expectations?
Most Christmases I remember
left me pondering these questions.

Why do we scurry store to store
buying our kids shiny new toys?
They have so much but still want more
of things that all make lots of noise.

We tell them absurd fairy tales
of Santa Claus and helper elves.
We build them up but it all fails
to thrill while we wear out ourselves.

We try instilling magic into lives
who already are full of stuff.
Get down to basics; what survives
is knowing we all have enough.

Hear the true meaning of Christmas:
No magic here, but history.
Earthmaker’s Son, alive in us.
Heaven touched earth. Sweet mystery! 


2 comments:

  1. So simple yet so deep. Love it!!! Merry Christmas mom!!!

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  2. Thank you, Frank
    i, and Merry Christmas to you and yours, too. Love you!

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