Yes, it's Christmas once again: <br />Commercial dance nearly done <br />only morning-after sales left, <br />unless of course you're Orthodox <br />then you're still caught in the insanity. <br /> <br />Used to be, there was meaning; <br />something more to this day <br />something that connected us <br />to our own sense of divinity: <br />The beginning of a story <br />whose power changed a world... <br /> <br />Now under gray skies and <br />w/ Christmas jingles on radio <br />and pumped muzak into every shop <br />Perhaps its time to slow down, to stop <br />& consider that old story. <br /> <br />'The power of scripture is in the story, ' <br />so I wrote one day. <br />& the power of this story <br />still hasn't gone away. <br />Just buried beneath <br />the weight of cheesy Christmas cards, <br />tinsel, dried fruitcake <br />& too much discarded gift wrap <br />nearly obscuring its meaning <br />which longs only <br />to be heard in the simple <br />silence of the human heart. <br /> <br />(Copyright 12/25/2005)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-thought/
