Christmas Spirit
In the silence of the air
the piano plays softly, inviting us to
dream a little, forgetting all our woes
A million butterflies of joy settle in our hearts, as we
withhold the strum of useless words.
Let us opt to sit on a hill of serene emotions,
while the Christmas Spirit sifts through us, like gold...
Anticipation, excitement, it can be ours
if we arrive at His doorstep, (il bambino Jesu)
Our Baby, Jesus...
Bring your imagination forth cherished souls that you are,
know that anything is possible if you believe.
Trust in your own ability to create magic from the
disheveled thoughts of yesterday.
Remember to allow the Christmas Spirit to glow inside of you,
dance with it,
and as you tip the balance, lean on the good side.
December 2, 2022
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