When we were children
Christmas was a time of Magic.
We did not understand
Its theology,
Or the history of its traditions,
But we could feel
What Christmas was about,
For the season spoke to us
In the language we knew best:
Dancing lights dazzled our eyes,
Merry carols sang in our ears,
Fresh pines perfumed our homes,
Sugary sweets melted in our mouths.
All our senses taught us
That something special was afoot,
And though we may have gone all too present-crazy,
Santa Claus was rightly our hero in those days.
In him our beloved, but incredible,
World of fantasy
Touched reality,
And for one night a year
All the world believed in Magic!
Or so we thought …
Now we are grownups,
And Christmas seems to speak to us
In a new tongue.
It seems that we have
Madison Avenue,
Instead of Magic.
Christmas lights waste energy,
And Christmas treats are just
Too many calories.
If we are present-crazy now,
It is because we haven’t finished out shopping.
We protest that there isn’t Time—
Time to appreciate the
True Meaning of Christmas—
Forgetting, of course,
That the Secret of Christmas
Doesn’t require our leisure—
Only a heart, willing in part
To become a child again—
To remember that sense of mystery
About the night
When the incredible became real,
And to realize that Someone
Even more wonderful
Entered our world that night,
And has not left us since.
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