Capturing Christmas

Capturing Christmas

I vowed that this would be the year
that I would capture Christmas cheer.
For last year, like seasons before,
its magic never found my door.

I set the traps — it wasn't hard.
I started with the Christmas cards.
Then hung our stockings and the wreath
plus mistletoe to stand beneath.

While whistling Christmas songs with glee
I trimmed a glorious fir tree.
Ten baubles dangling on each bough,
like lures — I'll catch that magic now.

With time between the kids and job,
I braved the malls — battled the mobs.
I boldly fought for parking spots,
then shopped the sales and spent a lot.

I wrapped the gifts and strung up lights,
still Christmas spirit wouldn't bite!
There must be something I forgot.
Expert advice, I promptly sought.

"Oh Grandma, can you tell me why?
Why does the magic pass me by?"
She listened, as I cried and whined,
with knowing smile and eyes so kind.

She wrapped her arms around me then.
I felt just like a child again.
"My dear, it's more than store-bought things.
Reflect on beauty nature brings.

Like finding peace in silent nights
or one bright star; Heaven's sweet light.
On family, extend much love.
Tell the story of God above.

Believe in things with all your heart.
Have hope — then Christmas joy will start."
Soon feelings I'd not felt in years
were sprouting from my blur of tears.

Now memories and tea we share
as home-made goodies spice the air,
and like the sparkle of fresh snow,
my new-found Christmas spirit glows.

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