This is an ode:
An ode to the
magic I feel
on Christmas.
Presents are exciting,
don't get me wrong.
The food and cookies and sweets
are glorious.
But I hold on to the
blessings.
And I don't like to use that word much,
because the birth of a little baby
far away,
never meant much to me
and never will.
Yet driving home to my own home
(I am still not quite used to that)
I am reminded
that even though
I have lost so much,
I have more than enough.
I am alive,
I am safe,
I am content,
I am healthy,
I am blissful and hopeful.
I am so very
absolutely and unconditionally
loved.
And tonight when I looked into
a baby's eyes
I have to admit that
part of me
wants to share that love
someday.
But this is enough.
This Christmas love is
merry
and
bright.
