Moments of Light
Earlier today I opened an old online file that contained an attempt at
poetry that was written nearly forty years ago. While I hope that my
literary style has improved somewhat, it was painfully apparent that my
disposition about the holidays had not. If anything, my misgivings
about “the season of light” seem to have only intensified with the
passing of the time. But once again I find myself ready to embark on
that five week dash between Thanksgiving and the New Year that is
designed to promote the nobler qualities of mankind.
It is not that I discount the possibility of peace, love, gratitude,
joy and universal brotherhood; it just seems that such things tend to
be in short supply on the calendar days set aside to celebrate those
particular aspects of humanity. In fact, I believe the holiday season
would be much better served if we just eliminated the actual holidays.
My fondest recollections of the season have always occurred on those
unmarked days at much quieter moments: a shared turkey sandwich at 1:00
AM the day after Thanksgiving, an unexpected gift on December 27th, a
New Year’s toast on January 2nd, a sincere smile and an extended
hand—anytime. ‘Tis the season, keep it well!
December issue 2007)
I am not sure that I believe in Christmas.
I have not put aside this day for peace or love.
I have, though, put aside a day for Bing Crosby
and the breaking in of new clothes.
For most of us, Christmas is anti-climatic.
What little peace and love that may be found in that moment
is quickly stored away in hearts
like decorations in boxes
left hidden until next year.
So for you I wish only
a merry Bing Crosby
and a happy breaking in of new clothes.
As for peace and love,
I wish you this
all the other days of the year.