CHRISTMAS: This poetic contemplation of Christmas prose by Kane resident Frances Wolfe Haight appeared in her book “Living Again.”
“What is Christmas?
It’s snowing gently,
covering the fields,
looking soft and feathery,
as the heavy clouds yield —
their moisture.
But I’m too busy
to notice the beauty
and too tired to care,
for I’m doing my duty —
for Christmas.
I have packages to mail
and more gifts to wrap;
I’ve ordered some extras
in case I’m trapped —
with unexpected guests.
My cards are ready
except one or two,
I have to buy stamps
with dollars more than a few —
to beat the rush.
I’m tired already
and not nearly done,
The season has barely started
Nor the annual fun —
of family and friends.
But when I stop and think
of Christmas of the past years,
I wonder “What is Christmas?”
And my eyes shed a tear —
for my worldly blindness.
Christmas is not gifts,
Not money and not things,
Christmas is what love
of our Lord should bring —
to others we care about.
Christmas is giving
of ourselves, of our time,
of our love, of our faith,
of our hearts, yours and mine —
just because we care.
So let’s get together
to celebrate Jesus’ birth,
to realize God gave us life
and made us what we’re worth —
because He loves us.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
