it just crept up from nowhere

it crept up from nowhere.
hugging me from behind
as the snow that is not there
fall, as the carols sing.

with the luggage before me,
framed by the window and curtains,
backdropped by pre-Christmas showers,
spirited by Corrine May's carols,

i sit here awaiting for it to happen.
i sit at home, finally, for it to happen.
and yet, it crept up from nowhere.
christmas crept up on me.

we always have our own
ideal of a perfect christmas.
some wait years for it to
happen. but perhaps that
perfect christmas is for us to build. we have certain expectations, and when they are not
met, we give ourselves the
worst christmas gift
of cynicism, robbing our future
of any possible joy.

i wish you joy and thanksgiving and
hope
this christmas, every christmas.
joy doesn't always come as euphoric explosions.
joy sometimes comes in the quiet peace
that hugs you from inside, like a
big bubble bath.

after all, there were no fireworks on that
silent night, holy night,
when all was calm and
all was bright.

God bless dear friends. Merry Christmas.



Uncle T