Amid the clamor
And the clutter
Of noise and paper;
The smells of meats
and other enticing vapors;
Amid the captures
By pictures & movies
Of the toils and capers
Of old and young and
In between alike:
Remember the Centerpiece
Of every kind of
Christmas, festival, and holiday feast.
The Star of the Anointed One
Rose in the East;
It is the Christ Spirit born in
A Babe, yonder in a manger;
Greeted by parents and quite a few strangers.
Happy Holidays, then,
In every dialect and language
Known and unknown to the human race
May you ever be nourished by
and bask in the healing of It's Grace.
Mary H. Moore (12-24-13)
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