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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I Celebrate Christmas



I Celebrate Christmas.

My brother died the day after Christmas.
My son died after one of the best Christmas’s we’d ever had.
I’ve been poor at Christmas
Celebrated with few of the trimmings
I’ve been well off and enjoyed the fatness of the season.
I have seen great kindness.
I have seen appalling greed and selfishness.
I have given to others.
I have received when I could not give.

I Celebrate Christmas.

I am amazed at the tenacity of man.
He longs for peace on Earth.
He wishes all “Good will toward men,”
Though the world seems quite bereft of good will these days.
We sing the season in.
We sing the season out.
We even hum the odd carol in summer
When our hearts want cooled and soothed.
A little “Jingle Bells” has magic even then.

I Celebrate Christmas.

I put up the tree to drape with tinsel.
I string the lights upon the house,
So my neighbors will see them and maybe smile.
I drink the celebratory eggnog with my daughter.
The only one of my kids who likes the stuff.
I make cookies, adopt homeless fruitcakes and batches of fudge.
I have my red elf’s hat. My hair and beard are white.
I know it’s a game and Jesus wasn’t born December 25.
But still I choose to be happy this time of year.

I Celebrate Christmas.

© 2012 Tom King

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