The real joy of Christmas
Published 5:24 pm Tuesday, December 20, 2022
To the Editor:
Again, amid a throng of manic shoppers I reflect
On yesterday, the fire, the cedar tree
And friends who came and went – when there was
Laughter and respect
And carols sung, when peace began with me.
Amid the rush, the chaos, the confusion
Again, I pause, remember, reachin’ back
For one small fragment of that golden era
When there was peace and love in Santa’s sack.
Amid the egotism – the defiance
The Christmas that’s become no more than “presents I can get”
I pray someday, someway we’ll know the meaning
And feel, indeed, the joy I can’t forget.
Yes, again, within my mind, I visit Winton!
Again, I’m visualizing that hypnotic cedar tree,
Aglow with bubble lights and angel hair, icicles too!
Ahhh, etched within my heart ‘twill always be.
Oh, the ecstasy of singing Christmas Carols;
Hark The Herald Angels Sing, The Carol of the Bells.
And feeling, oh so real, the joy of Christmas,
While listening to the story that they’d tell.
Yes, that old, old story always makes me happy
The same ‘ol story told so many, many times before
Of shepherds, star, a baby in manger,
A story that tonight means so much more.
Yes, again, this wonderous season, I remember
Though moments filled with gladness sometimes sprinkle in the pain
Remembering those we love, no longer with us
Yet knowing that our loss is heaven’s gain.
Still grateful for the lessons that they taught us
To love, forgive, and keep God in your heart
That Jesus IS the reason for the Season!
For Peace on Earth, we all must do our part.
So now, again, this Christmas, I remember
The blessings that you all have given me.
The treasure of your kindness can’t be purchased in a store
The little things you do so graciously.
So, when you’re wrapping presents, warp forgiveness
And tie it with a bow of sheer delight
Remembering that Love wrapped in a manger
Just for you on that bright, Silent Night!
Trinette Vaughan Sharpe