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Merry Christmas… [POEM]

Trees and tinsel
lights and bells
ribbon and wreath,
garland of Noel

Song and spirit
chorus of glee
presents and presence,
the giving of these

Wants and wishes
service and kind
faith and merry,
a melodic chime

Feast and festival
’round of way
as family gathers,
on such as today

Gifts and givings
toys and time
these all out of love,
no matter the size

Care and compassion
peace and sincere
a moment to reflect,
on what truly is cheer

Joy and jubilance
grateful and known
in the spirit of Christmas,
I pray these all are shown…


The greatest gift of all is love. I pray today that you are filled, surrounded, and guided by an abundance of love. That you are well in the bounty of loved ones and afforded the love that is safe, that is secure, that is significant, to and for you. I wish love into and unto your lives. I celebrate with you in the spirit of loving kindness and generosity and charity, in the warmth and energy of what the power of love is capable and able to do for us all.

Whether you celebrate traditionally today as Christmas or this season as hanukkah, or Kwanza, whether you observe some other religious or cultural custom, or even if you just participate in the commercial aspect of this season via commerce, or if you just partake in the indulgence(s) of food and drink, party and fellowship with family and friends, I want to wish you a wonderful and whimsical time! I hope that you delight in the treat of being present in the company of those that you love, and those that love you. I hope that the music and sounds, and the feel, the aromas, the sights and surprises all give you joy and contentment that overwhelms your spirit and mind, giving you peace and tranquility in this moment. I pray that it lasts. I pray that you are in the embrace of wonderment and satisfaction, to the surety and certainty of your true needs.

I hope that you are confident in whatever your good fortune and ever mindful of those less fortunate. The greatest of all treasures is surely love and love is valued by service. The best gift is the ability to give. I hope that today you are able to give of yourself, words or works, talent or time, money or mercy. If you can give the gift of inspiration, do so. If you can lend a helping hand, oblige yourself of such and benefit from the amazing fulfillment that accompanies being able to provide for others. It is sometimes suggested that we go out and buy things to honor and justify our wealth or richness, or our success, or quite simply, our “love” for others but the greatest gift of love is made of intangibles that money can not buy; The gifts of: Forgiveness, Trust, Belief, Reverence, Faith, Hope, Peace, and such. It is more than just platitude to recite the adage, “… Money can’t buy love”, it is true and definite. Your greatest treasure comes out of the abundance of your heart and your heart is made in plenty supply of these things by virtue of being filled with these very things.

I hope tis the season you find full of love. I hope your heart is nested in the fullness of love. I hope that you are made whole and made at peace by love. I pray that you love whatever toy or trinket you were able to give or receive. I pray that you are exposed to the intimacy and incredibleness of what being able to give and receive truly means. I pray, want, and hope that, as the song says, “… This Christmas will be, a very special Christmas…”, for you and for me.



Merry Christmas

My greatest memory of any Christmas is from my childhood. I remember my mom watching us opening gifts, tearing away paper frantically with so much excitement and enthusiasm. I remember her face, an expression of joy and happiness that held only satisfaction and smiles, though making those moments possible for us had required of her tremendous sacrifice and discipline and love. As a single mom she did so much of what had to be done on her own but those details, she held inside for what made it all worth it was to see her children delight in the spirit of such moments. As we collectively but with no organization or form ravaged apart those layers of wrapping that concealed our hidden treasures, she only pointed to us where to go next. She knew, without having to look, which box or package belonged to whom and she just directed traffic, a conductor of sorts, a symphony of wonderful chaos.
In all of those Christmases there is something else that I remember, that I until now had no recognition of nor appreciation for but right now I totally understand. She always had to secretly wipe away a tear. Inconspicuously she would reach behind her glasses and sweep away the evidence of her determination and pride. The strongest cries are those that you have to hold in for the sake of someone else. As children we were oblivious to such and we would never have understood any mention of a “happy” cry or “tears of joy”, but this morning I do. The reason for the season is to observe and honor the spirit of giving. Some of us build this faith on a belief and trust in Christ, some of us on our remembrance per tradition, and others because of “presents” BUT whatever your reasons, in this moment, take full observation and solace in the joy of this day. Right now some child is smiling with no knowledge or clue of what had to happen to secure some game or shoe or toy or money… Some family, normally at odds, will compromise in this instance for the sake of what Christmas brings, or the plates that will be served today. Although not everyone will see their list fulfilled, there are homeless and abandoned members of our society that will be fed today, children that are not of privilege or sufficient means that will receive some trinket or toy by the hands of charity, donation, “secret Santa”, or from some individual(s) who seeks to do for someone else for the sake of bringing a smile to their face.
My mother has been gone a long time and never (in the flesh) got a chance to see me go through the things that she went through for us for my son, her only grandchild but I remember and I will teach him. As I wrapped a mound of gifts for my son, I felt tears start to build in me, recognizing a familiar feeling that I had known long ago. I conjured thoughts and feelings that acknowledged that I had finally began to recognize the “spirit” and “true meaning” of what Christmas is. I made a vow to myself to find ways to give this feeling to others through my service, support, and talent. It felt good. My son has yet to open his things but today, when he does, I have a feeling I think I will probably be getting a whole lot more out of what’s behind this wrapping than he will!