Christmas is a spirit-filled time of year.
If we only dream but once a year, this
is the time of dream, of nightmare,
transformation of time by eternity.
The gifts we buy mockeries of the gift
we are to give – ourselves unwrapped,
freely given, freely to receive. Not any
part of us left under any Christmas tree.
Giving gifts that do not satisfy is exhausting,
the clean-up afterwards weary the heart and soul.
The haunting feeling we have withheld
the best gift once again – I-am-you-you-are-me
and the music and dancing –
“Gloria, Gloria, Gloria,” the song we love to sing.