The True Christmas

I cannot tell you, how much grander Christmas is, than 'Clausmas'. Oh, there's not as much...some manger straw, a little space, for each warm heart'd animal.

Stars up in the sky, cold glittering stones, for night light...wonder, that he'll ever come, the child that was the bravest one...who gave it all, asking nothing, loving everyone.

It isn't in the day, or in the tree, or in the boxes, bowed and stuffed...with momentary joy, and years of 'not'. It's in the heart, of every girl and boy, grown up or not, and that's 'the true Christmas'.

Happy Holy Day!


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: manger in bethlehem, google pic