These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Rest of Christmastide

"Heavenly Father, make me know
the heart of childhood evermore.
Make Christmastide my peace to know
throughout the year to ever store."

December days are oft a rush
with homes to trim and meals to make,
we're ever looking for a hush,
and moments with the Lord to take.

But when the year is fresh and new,
it's here, that Christmas is the best.
The flurried holidays are through
with peace our canvas and our rest.

The world, it knows each Christmas brief
of gifts unwrapped and stuffing gone,
but childlike hearts all know Relief
when seasoned greetings start the fun.

This January, light a tree
and read of Nick, the sainted one.
Endure the cold the heart to free
by sitting on the porch anon.

The year is young. Mysterious days
are made by God to paint through us.
His peace infused in all displays
Creation makes to help our trust.

The child within knows Christmastide
means days of rest and joyful play.
"O, Jesus, help me gift my pride
to You, Who gift me Life today."

(John 3:16)

by Jay O'Toole
on January 13th, 2021