Christmas Star

Anticipation has always been the spark of Christmas

Marked with sparkle and joy and tradition

But lately it feels like a bit of an aimless wandering

The traditions of my childhood felt like an anchor

A cornerstone of each and every year

A Christmas star if you will

The always of it all was something I held on to tightly

Always the music, always the cookies, always the decorations

And now always is replaced with sometimes

And every other year

And if it works out

And if I can make it happen

But now family is spread out

And traditions have shifted as the seasons did

But I guess my anchor should never have been

The dinners and presents and programs

Maybe the shifting. of traditions has

Prepared Him room

To shape new things

and remember the true thing

My Christmas is anchored in the one who came and is coming again

Who died, but lives

Who left, but remained

My cornerstone in the transition and chaos

And maybe that’s a blessing

With freedom to enjoy whatever festivities the year may bring

To ebb and flow as the seasons come and go

And still delight in the beauty of Christmas

However we celebrate it this year