Because it is now Christmas Eve and mom banned me from the kitchen to wrap my presents, I decided to put this poem from Calvin and Hobbes in here to remind me of the bliss that we can feel around Christmas time if you let everything else go. How did Christmas turn out to be one big fat hairy commercial deal? I do not know. Today was the birth of Christianity thousands of years ago but we don't have to have faith in Jesus to feel the true magic of the glittering lights on the tree and the snow on the ground. All you need is a little faith in yourself and maybe that brand new sweater you got just might be a little warmer.
Christmas Eve
On the window panes, the icy frost
Leaves feathered patterns, crissed & crossed,
But in our house the Christmas tree
Is decorated festively
With tiny dots of colored light
That cozy up this winter night.
Christmas songs, familiar, slow,
Play softly on the radio.
Pops and hisses from the fire
Whistle with the bells and choir.
My tiger now is fast asleep
On his back and dreaming deep.
When the fire makes him hot,
He turns to warm whatever's not.
Propped against him on the rug,
I give my friend a gentle hug.
Tomorrow's what I'm waiting for,
But I can wait a little more.
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