| | I was originally planning on writing a prose entry, but couldn't settle on a plotline. Christmas is a bit more poetic, so I went down this path. Tell me what you think! The snow rains down like dust, cluttering through the fields of white,
And the valley sings in the wind, ivory fields as far as the sight.
The Christmas trees au naturelle, beads of frost upon the pines,
And the beauty of it all takes shape, if only your eyes will find
The sun shines like a disc in the heavens, a white Host elevated for all to see,
And as we gather round the fire, standing next to the portly Yuletide tree,
Grandmother tells us the stories of old, how the pilgrims found their way,
A star led two faithful people of God, how they made this the most important day,
They were going to follow the Heavens, but He gave them only but to follow a Star,
Oh, how the distances piled up in the desert, but ne’er was their venture too far
Away in a manger the baby was born she said, wrapped in but a pure white sheet
And the animals, the innkeeper, and three wise men they were about to meet
Savior was born in Bethelem that night, and lived so that we could do so too,
Grandmother smiled, and said Many know the story but the mystery only known by few.
Gather round the dinner table, for the ham and corn is ready, we hear the call,
A feast for the masses, food for the heart, and a gift from God it is all,
Young and old meet for just that one moment, we have waited but for a year,
And the greatest joys of the season, we shall assemble, and do so here.
“Grace be upon this food,” we fold our hands and bless the harvest great,
“Thanks be to God for the feast that we place upon our dinner plate.”
Our eyes glow and the heart yearns for the morsels of mealtime so filling,
Like Scrooge’s good Goose but cost much better than the shilling.
Auntie lights the candles, Uncle lights upon the star above the tree,
We’ve had Christmases past for years, but this is what the holiday is meant to be.
Look upon the family who bore you a lifetime ago, and speak of stories like you heard,
And feast upon the corn, cranberries, and the wonderfully cooked Christmas bird.
Soon, this will be but a memory of the past, pictures frozen in a thin sheet of time,
But we’ll remember this day for the rest of our lives, and we will always call it mine.
The plates soon shine like the snow outside, and satisfy our hunger for nourishment so good,
We sit down for thanksgiving to each other, and we give our hints to our neighbor like we should.
Wrapped up in foil, brightly colored ribbons show our love for the neighbor so specially ours,
And the joy of feeling the packages of joy, we could never hold tight those few hours,
We have but this time to share with each other, the meaning of what you mean to me,
And upon the ribbons and paper that shines, we make it facilitated for all of us to see,
The sons get the sleds and train sets, the daughters the dolls and tea cups to play,
And soon Santa will pass through the street, spending a minute to make their day.
Mom gets a brand new sweater to keep warm, made by the Hand of God and of Love,
Dad gets some hand tools and fishing gear, his smile as bright as a dove.
Grandma gets coffee sets to drink, Grandpa a shovel to make the harvest we all treasure,
And among us all the sums of the love we have, the present too great, too hard to measure.
The trees outside smile in their height, sparkling like the stars through the moonlit sky,
Christmas means everything to us all, and this little story tells us all exactly why. |
