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.
\ 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