Christmas Comes
written by: Terri Watrous Berry
Like well-rehearsed mice, we
grumble through a mall maze,
hoping just to find the perfect tie,
but whether the bathrobe’s
bought or not, Christmas comes.
And all is NOT merry and bright,
holly jolly Christmas folly,
we have far too much to do until-—
until the magic moment, for
there’s always that one magic
moment, when Christmas gifts
itself to us again.
It may happen in the twinkling
of a small child’s eyes, or
or a carol keyed into a lock
hidden deep within your heart.
Or a perfect stranger’s change
clangs into a copper kettle and
your own bone-weary spirit is
renewed. No, Christmas doesn’t
come to us, Christmas just
sits there on the calendar.
It is we who gratefully
finally come to Christmas.
A Michigan septuagenarian, my work has appeared over thirty-five years in anthologies, journals, magazines and newspapers. I didn't receive my B.A. until I was forty-five, the same year my youngest child graduated high school. I've had the pleasure of three children, four grandchildren, two husbands, and one lifelong passion, which is writing.
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- Christmas Comes - December 13, 2024
