These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Christmas Town

Crisp the air, that ends the day,
Dimming sun for ambiance,
Silhouettes stand on display.
Resisting night in its advance.

Two orbs of light hang in their place
to guide the way for some to walk.
The color lights of Christmas Grace
explode in Joy, that posts can talk.

The World has left the Christmas town,
That lives inside each childlike heart,
but there our blessings aye abound,
that make the dancing always start.

I think some wonder why exult
we day by day ‘neath Christmas rain,
while playful things do catapult
the ones we were when childful sane.

“Oh, give us bliss this 23,
that Christmas spirit lives anon
to make us from all burdens free,
and kiss the child within each one.”

A coffee shop I soon would start
to be a playground for the young.
We’ll decorate in whole and part
as lights illumine, songs are sung.

Fear not, adults, who cannot see
the treasured moments, Christmas play.
We’ll have some rooms to coffee thee
with couch and sofa ev’ry day.

A Cup of Santa, joyful bliss,
that causes us to find respite
within a room we solace this
to find us Christmas for a night.

We may not need on ev’ry day
the Kringle Cup, Good Santa’s Joe,
but it would be there as I say,
“A fine retreat, a place to go.”

‘Tis but a thought, a lifetime dream,
a peaceful place, that offers rest
for those for whom Christ’s loving beams
bring rescue from each daily test.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 6th, 2023