This one is for you, M.G. Edwards. Merry Christmas!
I was asked to write a piece about happiness and cheer
With lines of light and love, no grief or despair
I struggled to find the words that led to hopeful rhyme
Could I find no joy to write of here at Christmastime?
I dream of snow in mounds, but the sun is shining bright
Hot chocolate without a chill somehow doesn’t seem right
The lawn is decorated with yellow dandelions
Shouldn’t it feel like winter here at Christmastime?
Human failings bring to pass all that’s wrong with the world
If I could only return to days before innocence unfurled
Drifts of painful memories slow the rise of a joyful tide
Does my soul have a hope of healing here at Christmastime?
Perhaps I need to begin anew, give myself a fresh start
Find the spirit of the season by looking to the heart
What if the miracle I’m looking for is mine?
Is it too much to hope for here at Christmastime?
I think I’ll take the chance, look for a star to guide
Seek the hand of God, and in his Son abide
With one baby’s birth, joy and love I’ll find
Tis the beauty of sweet grace here at Christmastime
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