Poet’s Corner: Christmastime

Christmastime, a shine we know:
Glistening hearts;
Glistening snow;
Palms for some,
To swing and sway;
It’s how we wake
To Christmas day.

Christmastime:
We’re waiting for
Santa Claus to hit the floor;
Coming down our chimney, swept;
Recalling reindeers
And those who’ve leapt;
To cross the heavens
‘Round the globe,
For boys and girls
In morning’s robe.

Reindeer flying
High above;
With Santa trimmed
In Christmas love.
Elves, sacked out;
Their work is done.
It’s time to dream
Of Sugar Plums. 
Jingle bells,
Wake old Jack Frost.
While parents weather
All the costs:
Ensuring that
Their little one
Wakes to the joys
Of Christmas fun.

Imaginations; wonder; dreams:
Hoping that we made the list
Where naughty’s frightening;
And niceness ‘s kissed,
With loving dolls;
And winter’s sleds;
And stocking caps
Upon our heads.

Will we hear Rudolph’s hooves;
As they prance
Across our roofs?
Did Mama put the cookies where
Santa Claus is sure to share??

Now we’ve stockings hung with care
Hoping, praying, 

He’ll find them there
Then fill them up:
Absent, coal.
It’s Christmastime:
For young at heart
And older souls.

And how can we
Ignore this day:
Marking peace;
And why we pray.
The celebration
Of His birth
Reminding, heaven’s
Here on earth.

Christmastime:
When stars ignite
The stories of
That special night;
When wise men came
To welcome Him:
And trees are dressed
In glory’s trim.

Oh Christmastime
We love you so:
We love the way
You make hearts grow:
We love it that
You’re such a part
Of every-single-human heart.

And on the eve,
Before we rise;
We’re singing praise
With seeing eyes:
Of Jesus
And his promise made.
To answer those
Who faithf’ly prayed.

For whether it be  Santa Claus,
Or Jesus in the manger,
Pause,
To celebrate this time of joy
With every little girl and boy.