The Night of Christmas

I’m spending a quiet evening this Christmas – just by myself. I shut off the Christmas music and plunge my home in total darkness and silence. I drop down on my knees – Depressed, sorrowful and forlorn – I join my hands bow my head and cry silently trying to lighten the turmoil within, To mend the lilt of true spirit of Christmas that time has set awry. I light a solitary candle and venture to gather some warmth from its gentle and heartening glow reassuring and bathing me in peace and comfort. No one is coming over and I have nowhere to go, I have bought no gifts and have nothing to sip or savor. But wait... Who now knocks at the door? --A disquieting feeling permeates my being— Who I wonder would venture out in this frosty Christmas night? As I open the door I see a wicker basket fetching laid on my doorstep with warm loaves of bread and a jug of wine… My eyes glistened in deep gratitude. But there’s no one in sight hush all around and quiet, And then... through this dark and foggy night I see A solitary star aglow and footprints in the snow. ~"Jesus" contest by Anthony Slausen