Christmas Past and Present
12/29/2014
There was no snow
And the sun dried up
All the rain
As we woke up
And rubbed our eyes.
The kids tore open their gifts
And I picked up the pieces
With an throbbing head
And an aching back.
We took pictures
And ate our feast
Drinking sparkling juice
From fluted glass.
The sounds pulse in my ears
Long after all is put away
As gather all the debris
From another holiday’s revelry.
We give and we get
But then we roll over
Fall asleep
And forget.
Every single moment is precious
And every single nuance a treasure
Even as we hurry
To decorate
And entertain.
The perfect gift is here
If only it were welcome
Because it must be felt long enough
To take root in our heart.
The peace that passes all understanding
Is greatest thing to know
A pure and perfect gift
In a world gone mad.
Nothing has changed
But I now I understand
The magic and the miracle
Once, perfect, and true.
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