The Reason

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You see it on signs, everywhere:
The reason for the Season, for those who care.
Yet it felt missing in this climate so warm
With no snow in sight, nor hint of rainstorm,
And driving today in the overheated car,
Carols playing, thinking of loved ones so far
Away, and Christmas nearing; it all felt wrong.
And then on the radio, I heard a song
About a little boy buying shoes for his Mom,
Who’d been sick for so long, but with aplomb,
He wanted her pretty if she met Jesus that night.
And suddenly the signs were a little less trite.
With little money or things we have to give,
Christmas is more about how we should live.
To honor the memory and sacrifice above,
That God granted with a Son given in love.
He is the reason this season exists,
And we can’t let that meaning get lost in an abyss
Of commercial slogans and Santa Claus;
The birth of a child is the reason and cause.
The gifts we give honor each Divine spark
From the image we’re made in to the life we embark,
Each seeking the Divine in our own unique way,
We travel together, finding our way.
May we celebrate the birth of this life-giving Sun
And let it remind each of how we’ve begun.
The path we’re meant to travel this Season.
Let us each remember our own true reason.

(c) Angelique Bolling, 2007

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