As Christmas nears, I'd like to share this poem by J. Barrie Shepherd:
of a right Christmas
when every item that I buy
will be on sale and also
the ideal gift for persons
who have everything already.
I'm dreaming of a bright Christmas
when the tree lights work first time
and flash their brilliant message of success
from every tasteful, decorated, artificial,
non-allergenic yet natural lookalike limb.
I'm dreaming of a lite Christmas when,
no matter how much fruit cake, cookies,
eggnog, champagne, other goodies I consume,
my weight will magically fall to just below the average.
I'm dreaming of a write Christmas when all my cards
bear personal, intemately joyful greetings
and arrange themselves in matching multitudes
on every horizontal dust-free surface.
I'm dreaming, but I'll be what I get
will be the usual trite Christmas,
impolite Christmas, damp-with-fog-not-white
tight Christmas, goodnight Christmas,
I'm praying that, despite Christmas,
I find myself midnight Christmas
able to invite Christmas and its newborn child
to stay and light a way into my Christmas-darkened
Copyright 1989 Christian Century Foundation. Reprinted by permission from the December 6, 1989 issue of the Christian Century. Subscriptions $49/yr. from P.O. Box 1941, Marion, OH 43306 (800) 208-4097
Reprinted by permission in "Faces at the Manger", by J. Barrie Shepherd, Copyright 1992, Upper Room Books.