Christmas is a feeling in our chest,
A sense of being sheltered and caressed;
A memory that makes our spirit soar,
An ache that leaves us somehow wanting more,
Bitter sweet recollections of a day,
Of innocence, and faith, and youthful play;
Scenes of family outings in the snow,
Cherished mornings round a Christmas tree aglow,
Priceless memories of innocence we’ve known,
Before we ventured out in life, alone,
When each day found us carefree, safe, and glad,
And evening found us home with Mom and Dad.
We strive today to recreate a time,
When hope was strong, and zest for life, sublime,
When childlike faith assured tomorrows joys,
And needs were met with simple gifts and toys.
Perhaps tomorrow’s hopes can best be met,
By casting off our feelings of regret,
And reaching out to others who still care,
And comprehend the passion that we share;
Those who recognize that we’ve been blessed,
And embrace the hopeful longing in our chest.
S. T. Casebeer