Thursday, December 26, 2013


The crumpled wrapping paper is stuffed in the overflowing trash can. The cookies and treats tempt but weakly on the counter. We have feasted.
The decorations and lights suddenly take on a gaudyness we never noticed last week.
The wind carries a breath of fresh winter air. Christmas, that marker of the deepest and highest pinnacle of the season has passed. As much as we attempt to satisfy ourselves with the prospect of New Years, we are bluffing. It will not do. 
No holiday charms and woos quite like Christ's Mass, literally the holiest day of the year for the Christian, and the happiest day for children. 
The magical glow which surrounds it has been exploited, derided, denied, but not yet obliterated. 
I've heard a hundred sermons trying to get me to understand that the birth of Jesus was a gutsy, earthy, unappealing affair that should not evoke glitter, hoopla or any such merriment. No matter. I'm a sucker for the Disneyland experience. Until further notice, I'll be celebrating with gusto and then going back to business as usual til next year.
For now I'm in the post blues. 
But no matter. I've been here lots of times. Besides, the Christmas stuff is all on sale. I'll gear up for next year.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Don't Let Me Forget

Something from my archives. Circa1981.

Don't Let Me Forget

On the eve of a Christmas past
I would settle to sleep at last
Magical wonders filling my head
Imagining fantasies on my bed
Thinking of Bethlehem years before
Bringing to my Christmas all the more
Excitement and majesty in legend and lore 

On the eve of Christmas now
I have somehow forgotten to bow
Forgotten to gaze on that manger bed
Remembering not His tiny head
Had only rough hay for a pillow that night
And only the stars to shed any light

Pillows have I and lights to spare
Perhaps they make me forget him there
He came to die and gave His all
But humbled Himself to a cattle stall
Willing to suffer because if my sin
All the time waiting to take me in

Don't let me forget-remind me once more
Let me be awestruck just as before
With richer meaning this year I pray
Let me be most thankful on Christmas Day

Not for my presents or parents or friends
But for the joy His first Advent lends
The wonder that I as a child first knew
Bring back to this year carried by You
Your Presence the reason for happy tears
As days of old in other years