Christmas Rush

Seems we are caught on a see-saw of snow-then-thaw!

Thankfully it is more than weather that inspires our Christmas Awe

 

The parking lots are filled with cars

The early dark is filled with stars

Favourite baked treats fill tins and jars

It’s Christmas

Thought whirls with much we want to do

Smoke curls from house-top’s chimney-flue

Snow swirls; girl twirls, her dress is new

It’s Christmas

Lights twinkle up and down the street

Sky sprinkles diamonds to compete

Earth’s wrinkles smooth beneath white sheet

It’s Christmas

Wrapped presents decorate the floor

Beneath the tree; wreath decks the door

The essence of Love fills us more

It’s Christmas

Our feet are torn twixt rush and pause

A child is born! Hope lives because

Joy is not gifts or Santa Claus

It’s Christmas

Rush of wonder thrills the morn

Rush of peace stills fears forlorn

Rush of Heaven; Hope is born

It’s Christmas

Hymns of humble worship lift

His Redemption fills guilt’s rift

Where the Giver is the Gift

It’s Jesus

© Janet Martin