The excitement doesn't manifest
In the ways it did in childhood
Becoming an adult has tainted
The imaginative spirit of the season.
I watch a thousand zombie shoppers
Wandering, weaving, pushing, grabbing
Spending money instead of time and love
Buying that "perfect gift" to make up for something.
My heart breaks with sad stories
Charities being vandalized
Donated food items stolen in the night
Another hungry mouth goes empty again.
I stopped to feel the spirit of Christmas
So many did not carry this spirit with them
Only spirits of fatigue, stress and duty
My soul ached for those missing the spirit of love.
I watch the snowflakes dance
Memories of white Christmases edged with love
Joyful songs of cheer, giving and togetherness
And I wait for Christmas Eve.
The innocent part of me wonders
Why are we so selfish and why do so many go without
The rest of me knows these answers but want to deny it
My heart just wants everyone to know peace and love.
My little tree is decorated with a few gifts placed beneath
I have donated food to those without and shovelled for those who can't
Eagerly I await the coming together of friends and family
As I rediscover Christmas for myself this year.
Author notes
I'm not looking for critical comments and I am not trying to make anyone feel bad. But think about the last time you were out at the mall or a restaurant or wherever and tell me, what were you really feeling? Was it joy? Was it frustration? Were you just numb to it all? Were you actually excited about the fabulous gift that you knew with all your heart the receiver would love?
These are just my feelings. I miss the excitement of Christmas that started in November! I miss that feeling of awe seeing thousands of houses decorated in bright beautiful lights. I look forward to spending childlike time with my family and not feeling the pressures of the world.
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What are your deepest feelings with this impending holiday season?
Comments
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May the true
...Christmas spirit abide within your heart always and may it be the gift that you pass along to all that you meet ... not only at Christmas but all the days that follow. Love cannot be bought!
Peace be with you, j
y
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i think a lot of us could use the light of this piece to maybe find our way back to the true christmas spirit.great job!
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