Prologue
Christmas is the only holiday that we are forced to celebrate even if we believe nothing about it. It is heralded by stampedes at big-box stores for supposed essential tools for our way of life. It is pervasive and omnipresent; a sort of cultural celebration of pure and holy aspirations with large doses of nostalgia and kitsch. We murmur "Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday and Seasons Greetings" over and over in a cultural litany of good cheer. While considered to be an essentially Christian holiday, it has its roots in pagan celebrations and retains many of those elements. Even some Christians consider most of the stories to be myths; important but none the less mythical stories recited by bards and handed down over millennia. In the end Christmas takes over everything, makes us frantic, pretends to be important but can leave us wore out, financially stretched and disappointed. If we miss the point, it can seem to be nothing.
christmas is nothing
christmas is nothing
if it is not about Connections;
be they friends , family or random encounters.
Connections that touch us at the core
of our very being
and cause a lump
to rise in our throat.
christmas is nothing
if it is not about Beauty;
expressions of inspiration
created just for the sheer joy of finding
new forms and new views of old ones.
It is a Beauty that lasts
Over the passage of time.
It is not a fleeting image
of a fad or of lust
but a deep and abiding essence.
christmas is nothing
If it is not about a new Birth;
a Birth within us to be
more than we are today.
A determination
to add to ourselves what we have
been missing and longing for.
A Birth of new ways of living
out our days and hours.
christmas is nothing
If is not about Moments;
Moments that reach inside us
causing our hearts to swell
and our eyes to tear up a little.
Moments that bring us to a
world of wonder and love.
Moments that will echo over and over
within us in the coming months.
christmas is nothing
If it is not about Light;
Light that brings warmth
and illumination to the path
that we are walking.
Light that compels us to reach for it,
further than we have ever reached before.
Light that is so intense that
it is felt more than seen.
christmas is nothing
If is not about Mystery;
a wonder and an awe
at the darkness
out of which all these elements come.
A Mystery that causes us to stop
and peer into that great unknown
and know that it is not about nothing.
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