Merry Christmas Darlings

Like a Little Child

The week leading up to Christmas is my favorite week of the year.

​I told my children that, for me, the spirit of Christmas is summed up in the word "stillness."

Which is why, probably, that my three favorite Christmas songs are:

   1.  Silent Night
   2.  What Child is This
​   3.  Away in a Manger

I recall as a young boy sitting alone in the living room under the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights and feeling, connecting, to something sacred in that stillness.

We have a tradition every Christmas Eve, to turn off all of the lights in the house and to light our three-wicked Christmas Candle.  In its flickering light we sing Silent Night.

Christmas makes little children of us all.

My Christmas Gift to You

​To all of you fellow Owls in the Desert, I wanted to share a Christmas poem I wrote.  It's not much of a gift.  (Next year I'll get you prepaid Visa cards.)

​But it is my way to say, I love you.  Thank you for coming on this journey with me.

This poem may not appear at first to be a Christmas poem, but it does mention a New Star.  

Covered Wagon

\ ˈhich \  verb : the act or fact of catching hold

   I do not know where the trail ends
   riding the rear of the wagon train
   I cannot see past canvas moons
   coughing clumps of trotted dust  
   I cannot breathe among the brays
   behind horse and master
   following where others lead.
​
   I turn and hitch my hope
   away from wheel ruts
​   I uncover my wagon bed
   far from lagging mule tongues
   I seek a different path
   among the clouds
   following new stars
   not knowing
             where

       the trail ends.