Christmas is . . .

Christmas Is … is a poem I wrote during an exercise for a writers group in 2005.

Christmas Is…

To me…

Christmas is the 25th of December. It is a day when the land is covered with snow. It is a day filled with rain and sunshine. It is a day bitterly cold and a day you can wear a sweatshirt while outdoors.

Christmas is a day to gather eggs and milk the goats.

Christmas is a joyful day with great cheer among family and friends. It is a day of family squabbling and fighting. A day when one reaches out to a stranger to lend a helping hand, and a day when thieves take and murder/suicides are committed.

Christmas is a day when children are overcome with happiness with the treasures they receive. It is a day when children suffer great hardships and horrors unimaginable.

Christmas is a day of births. It is one week before the birth of my son.

Christmas is a day of deaths. It is one week before the death of Aunt Emily, and six days after the death of Aunt Ruby and Nanny.

Christmas is a day of weddings. It is the day my nephew Glenn attended his first South Korean wedding.

Christmas is a day of giving and sharing and satisfying the needs of the ones you love. It is a day of greed and taking and consuming all that one can. It is a day of overindulging.

. . . Christmas is just like any other day of the year. Except at times, it is a day of reaching extremes whether they are joyful or sad, good or bad.

Still, it is just a day. One I can gladly say comes only once a year.

Chickadee
Christmas is a day when chickadees visit our feeder.

2 thoughts on “Christmas is . . .

    • I guess I was opened up to the day as being more than just Christmas by researching history. People used to get married on Christmas day. How many today would plan their wedding for December 25th? Thanks for dropping by.

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