These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

My Little Corner

The little corner is my room,
where I have stored some things.
These Christmas treasures, weaver's loom,
that help my heart to sing.

I'll store away this poem, too,
since it's no doubt too late
to bless the reader as most may do
for Christmas words now grate.

The little corner music plays
of Christmas hopes and bliss.
Our chilly morn reminds of days
we stopped to moments kiss.

Green, and red, and blue, and gold,
the lights create a place,
while whitest lights of Christmas told
do comfort hearts with grace.

The crafts, and plaques, and ornaments
remind of years gone by
with those half-done experiments,
that on the shelves do lie.

Christmas wrapping, boxes, bags,
with garlands draped around
help Christmas presents, and new tags
to keep the gift from being found.

Eleven months we now must wait,
before the world's onboard
with Christmas joy, and wonders great
to hear each choir's blessed chord.

Yet, nothing stops a heart so filled
with Christ, Who came, and for us lived
to pay our debt He once was killed,
and rose Salvation's Gift to give.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 16th, 2023