Deadline Season?

 This fellow has no deadlines or cares. No wonder we are told to behold the birds of the air...

 

 

Here is a glimpse at deadline details:)

Believe it or not when I got up my sink was empty and counters clean and clear!

It feels like deadline season; to-do lists tap at our brains

And we are torn twixt stress and happiness it seems to bring

But friend, take heart for oh, the part that matters thus remains

There is no deadline for the joy of worshipping the King

It feels sometimes like days are shorter than they used to be

Seasons slips through our bearing like a breeze or blip of song

But oh, then gentle kindness soothes thought’s sentimental spree

The love we feel at Christmas is in season all year long

…so, in the hustle-bustle that comes with planning and prep

Let’s try to keep in mind more than the chore and shopping list

And think of those that wish we’d slow our gotta-go-go step

Lest things that matter most somehow becomes the part we missed

It feels like deadline season; my the twenty-fifth comes fast

As hours melt like snowflakes on a sun-kissed windowpane

And we are caught between the dream and sheen of shadows cast

Where season hinged to season weaves an ether echo-train

The youngest and the oldest need our time rather than stuff

There is no deadline to The Gift that everyone can bring

So let The Reason for the Season fill our hearts with love

And peace, for there is no deadline for worshipping the King

© Janet Martin

 The youngest and the oldest need our time rather than stuff...

...so, as if to challenge me to add substance to these words just now Little Girl asked

"Will you read this book to me?" so we did... 

 "I love Baby Jesus" she said when we finished reading the book

and singing/listening the song below...