Christmas
The spirt Of
Christmas.
Secularism,
leaning away
from religion.
Do not know
if there is
a god.
I believe in a
great maker, but
don’t believe
humanity has
a clue.
Yet,
Christmas Spirit.
What is it?
I feel it
in the warm
glow of
Christmas lights
on the tree
and
throughout
the house.
I hear it in
Christmas carols
playing softly.
I sense it
in the
cracklings
of the
Yuletide log.
I remember it
fondly
as a child.
I experience it
as gifts are
lovingly
passed around.
Life can be
hard.
Life can be
cruel.
But,
Christmas spirit.
What is it?
I do not
know.......
But,
for me
at least
life
would be
a little bit
colder
without it.
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