"Bah Humbug"

Well, here it is: that time of year,

and I sit and struggle,

trying to find

Christmas cheer.

 

Where did it go,

that wonder of old.

The joy and the songs

that I used to hold.

 

I struggle against

the stress and the strife,

trying to survive

another day of life.

 

Avoiding the bustle,

the madness, the drills,

the unfairness of it all.

Overwhelmed by the bills.

 

And so, once again 

I drag out the tree,

the box of ornaments,

and memories.

 

My treasures of old

tarnished silver, chipped gold 

pulled from the storage,

dark and cold...

 

cold like my spirit.

what's happened to me?

Why can't I rejoice.

I'd rather be three.

 

We pull from the box,

stars, ribbons and bows.

Glittering lights, and their

hearts are aglow.

 

Ah, and as my children

Exclaim with each one,

I live once again

in the glow of the Son.

 

I remember that ball,

How it glittered and shined.

Lights catching the eyes,

reflecting in mine.

 

How they hypnotized my thoughts

And my wishes, they grew.

I never had doubts, I was sure.

I just knew.

 

Through the window of their eyes,

I catch again, with surprise,

The stirrings of hope and harmony

Of love and joy, and company.

 

The ember burns,

and grows and warms

and fills my December

with joyous songs.

 

Look through the eyes

of the child, my friend.

To find what is lost,

to hope once again.

 

~dec. 18, 2007