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 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 that hopeful longing in our chest.
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