Christmas

Christmas

Christmas is light and warmth in the middle of the dark, dreary winter.

Christmas is family close around you.

Christmas is fun and laughter.

Childhood defined.

Christmas is also missing loved ones who are not with us.

Christmas is angels, including my own.

Christmas was supposed to find me holding a baby.

Instead, that Baby born in Bethlehem now holds me up.

Christmas is bittersweet.

But Christmas also means all the bitter will one day be sweet.

I rush toward Christmas with hope.

I embrace it with both arms.

I am not afraid of the dark.

As long as Christ is still in Christmas, there will be real and lasting Light.