These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

These Christmas Days

These Christmas days are building quick,
and fading soon, they're gone.
We warm our hearts with old Saint Nick,
our tongues to hot cups drawn.

The songs of Christ born on this day
do cheer our hearts with joy.
So "Merry Christmas" oft we'll say.
His Gift without alloy.

These trees mark Crucifixion's tool.
'Twas in a cave His birth.
He rose as Victor o'er Sin's rule
from grave to lasting Worth.

All twinkling lights show forth their truth,
"The Light of Life has come."
Though dark His days of earthly youth,
He is of Light the Sum.

The many breads of Christmas baked,
aroma floods the house.
The Bread of God our sin He taked
to make of us His spouse.

by Jay O'Toole
on December 2nd, 2020