Just a Day

So close, all the prep and anticipation aching to be set free with adulation, shimmer, sparkle, scintillating inclinations push pulling every heart's temptation; so near, you can touch it, close and near, hear it in the carols dinging in the air, see it in the malls and stores here and there, senses of glitter, glamor, glimmer glare tactile feel and satisfaction of the glitz and gloss unspared; so enticing you ignore the cost and reason wrappings in lavish images of the season trees, ornaments, trimmings, and adornments appeasing Santa, snowmen, sleigh, and reindeer feeding so often forgetting, the sadness of others needings; can you see? can you hear their pain heeding, do you recognize their want, their inner bleeding? what does Christmas mean to you? Is it hype, the presents, the food, the drink, the gift of the year, the sync? Is it laughter of friends and family dear, the parties, and the cheer? while the lost and lonely, share homeless tears? Perhaps it's just another day in the by and by, a celebration of life gone awry, a hunger of both body and soul forgotten within their cry. In your heart, you know it's not. Gather in your hopes and dreams of Christmas not so long ago in manger scene when mother and child gave hope to each of us in the Christmas story of love and trust the legend of the day by which we each are touched.