Many Years of Christmas

December 25, 1994

Too much for one day or a week, it’s a season

Of contrasts which sparkle, if not yield to reason.

Bright lights and white snow against deep winter dark,

Some elves who are busy, and angels who hark.

There are stories of Shepherds and Santas and Kings,

Ancient truths and traditions, and the newest of Things.

There are singers and parties and rides in the sleigh,

Those who must shop, and those who must pray.

The memories of Old Ones, the glee of the young,

Excitement for many, “Bah-Humbug!” from some.

Match Girl and Magi and all in between,

An experience to savor for what you can glean.

Called Christmas, December, the Season of Light …

Merry Richness to all, and to all a Good Night.
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There come, in a season such as this,

uncommon moments ---

when suddenly life stands still

and wonder comes over us like new snow.

Precious moments of beauty … of eyes

meeting eyes in warmth … of unexpected generosity …

private moments of reflection on ancient mysteries.

Gifted Moments
that feed your soul and replenish your spirit.

May this Christmas be rich with such moments

In the true spirit of Christmas …

Marvel at the beauty around you,

Celebrate promises kept and hope rewarded,

Rejoice in the light that brightens darkness,

Do those things that feed your soul,

And be warmed by Love.