‘Twas days before Christmas and all through the land people were worried, impatient and mad
The fighting began some time ago, tearing people apart creating friend and foe
The lights they do twinkle, the trees they go glisten, but people, oh people have forgotten how to listen
They speak first and ignore the response, for they have already decided to what they should hear
Run here, go there, respond to this text, when and why has Christmas become so vexed?
The anxiety, the fear then have taken away our Christmas cheer
We must return to the listening, of hearing that one voice, for it is the Father who calls us by choice
Each by their name, each with love and care and with each message, a gentle, “I am there.”
This is what we need, not presents, not twinkles, not even a tree
What we need is the Father to help us to be
People of love, people of hope, people who no longer forebode
Life is to short for the uneasy meetings, for ‘tis the season for cheerful greetings
The hope that was lost, this hope can be found if we but stop, listen and look around
Here we will find the answer to our confusion; this animosity, this hatred, comes all from illusions
That which we see, that which we hear as filtered by the mind takes not into consideration the heart which is so kind
The peace we know, the love that is so deep are virtues which we most certain can reap
But only when we listen, when we slow down, for it is then we hear the Father’s voice echo with every sound
Telling us of love without condition, filling us with joy that we become the very best rendition
Of love modeled by Christ, of who we are meant to be and yet we think not of love but rather fiddle with a tree
Return then we must to the knee that deep love fill us that we may begin to see
Christmas is much more than what we get for it is about the life of a Savior we mustn’t forget
Who brought us hope, who showed us love; this Christmas is truly a blessing from up above.
Let us be still, let us be silent, let us no longer be violent
Let Christmas turn our hearts, let us empty our carts
And fill this Christmas will love, with hope, with peace, with joy and return to the notion it is about a Boy
A Savior, a hope, a love, a model of who we can become at full throttle
Engines a reviving, the heart the fuel to even the hatred, the fighting and even the duel
Between a good people who have lost their way, between a good people who have forgotten the purpose of this day
A Christmas of love, this Christmas we hear for this Christmas it is clear
Christmas is magical when love finds a bond; when love knows no restriction, when of love we become fond
So hear in these last days, the voice of the Father breaking through the haze
Of that which we deem dire is nothing more than remains in a quagmire
For life when is purposed in God alone, our ears are opened, our eyes become wide for we become the love we are inside
Only a few days remain for us a Christmas to reclaim!
