Another Christmas Season is here
There is something contagious in the air
Anticipation, excitement, preparation
Makes you want to decorate your house inside and out with lights and color
Get out the flour and start baking cookies
Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside
Some of the lights and decorations, however, start having another effect on me
Makes me nervous, like maybe these people are out of control!
The goal seems to be put out as many lights as possible on every eave and tree, along with Santa, reindeer, snowmen and candy canes
You have to understand
I haven’t lived in this country for several years
I notice differences, changes, and extremes
They aren’t subtle for me
How deep are those warm fuzzies anyways?
Do they last?
I don’t think there were a lot of warm fuzzies on that first bleak Christmas in the stinky stable
Animals don’t smell like cinnamon and spice
So what are we really looking for?
Faith, hope and love run deep and stick to the ribs, lasting long past the season
But, they cost much more than lights and tinsel
They are worth the price
That manger baby thought so when he later gave his life for them
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So beautiful and SO TRUE! …makes me wonder how was the real deal once on a manger with Emmanuel!
I enjoyed reading your poems so much! I can relate to your feelings… maybe its all new and too bright…thinking of others in the other side of the world where I once lived, that to have lights and electricity is just a miracle! Sometimes I want to wear my sunglasses when I am passing by some houses…
Thanks Analia! We have so much here compared to many places in the world we have been and seen.