Christmas Come of Age
Not crossed off Santa's list yet,
but, at my age, realistically
my Christmas' on this earth left
are few;
feeling blessed, for having
shared, so many of them joyfully
with you – mostly all having
bright white lights...just a few with
centers sad partings tinted
blue –
The tree is up; lit, with angels
and manger in their blessed
places – awaiting all those celebratory
faces; especially the little ones,
Jesus has a special fondness,
knowing each by our given name,
loving each as much, but no two
the same – by Father individually
created –
preferring evermore now prayer
to lift, over any manufactured nor
worldly gift – for no finer treasure
given God's man than God's Son...the
greatest lottery for us selflessly
drawn and won!
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