As the holiday season brings most things except the remembrance of the Holy Days they used to be, I wrote a poem to put things in perspective. Enjoy.

REMEMBERING

The carefree days of childhood

gone now except in foggy memory

reminds me of family’s faith

in simple

togetherness.

No store-bought gifts

replace the joy of love or

the laughter of grace,

all wrapped together in the

multi-colored paper of

Advent and

topped with a bow called

Presence.

Not forgotten so

never forgetting the way

Love made a Way

Home,

the season itself is a

gift of remembering;

and in that thankful remembering,

a way of life.