In the Season, Christmas Options

[Michelle]

 In The Season

Within the golden foil and crimson bows,
the silver ribbons and the mistletoe,
beneath the Christmas trees with lights aglow,
the heirloom balls and wreaths of holly sprays,

a feeling floods the air, of bygone days,
of season’s joy and hopes in hearts ablaze;
a loving whisper in a voice divine.
Beyond the song and charm of children’s plays,

the relish trays and cheerful toasts with wine,
a spirit, better than the best in man,
imbues this vagrant world with saintly signs
of selfless acts, past ornamental shine.

It’s not the special dates or festive clothes,
it’s not the gifts we share with friends or clan,
it’s not the food or well intended plan,
it’s merely God explaining that we can.