Monday, December 25, 2017
Christmas Musings 2017
I've also been experimenting with a type of poetry called an American Sentence. 17 syllables, and thus this Christmas Musing:
Can anything ever feel like Christmas? And by that very phrase fall short
Of cumulative childhood magic where fantasy and reality
Blur together in nostalgic haze--enchanted mists built of giggles
At midnight, Santa visits, cookie crumbs on his plate proving him real.
Months of dreaming culminating in twinkling tree and presents beneath.
We grew up, and in place of past magic created Christmas dreaming
For our kids, thus breathed the wisps of wonder once again. Then they grew up.
And there is no capturing of past twice removed, so I surmise...
Christmas is not a magic to create. It's a moment to live.
Let us live it fully, freely, dimmed by no taint of comparison;
Lessened by no impossible longings of childhood reminiscing.
Complete in itself. Perfect for the one-off event that each day is.
Oh yes. We shall capture Christmas this year, and it will be beyond compare.
Blessings on your Christmas and may it be not what once was, but steeped in the richness of today.