Christmas Poem

I've been out of the loop for a month now. But things are slowing down and I have time to write (and answer some challenge poem ideas). Today's poem is new, and I wrote it with the past and the present in mind. Christmas time, like so many things in my life, have changed since childhood. There was a time when I was quite the "bah humbug" type of guy. Guess I am going in a circle in terms of how I see this time of year. I'm still not the type to decorate or shop for gifts, but I see Christmas as meaning something again.


Never Sure About Christmas

I’m never sure about Christmas.
When hope loops like ropes of tinsel on a tree.
Brought out for display with the music of the times,
Then packed away
In boxes,
Forgotten until winter reminds us again
To decorate our lives for each other.

Your hope is beautiful.
Wear it year around.

I’m never sure why we shop
For our presents
While our pasts
Lie unwrapped and put to the side.
We run down the stairs,
Children once more,
Ripping the wrappings of our future.
Watching what others become.

I'll help you assemble your happiness,
You can steady my bike as I steer into life.

I’m never sure if I’ll like what I get.
Christmas is the stuff of uncertainty.
The mystery of cookies and milk eaten as I sleep,
Finding gifts I must figure out on my own.

I’m never sure about Christmas
Until I hold it close.
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Let me know your thoughts.
Have a safe and happy holiday.

Orn