Our Stockings are Hung on the Stair Rail with Care …
The gift you give yourself is to be open and to make space for acceptance. Gregge Tiffen (The Winter Solstice: Giving To Yourself, December, 2007)
I don’t recall how I felt on the blog morning before Christmas four years ago when the poem below emerged as the pen hit paper. It may have been something like how I feel this morning: light as the sun hits the trees in the woods on a cold morning; empty of words and full of inner sweetness; desiring to wish you a jolly season amidst so much that lacks joy; and wishing you a bundle of fun in whatever form you desire. Merry Christmas to ALL …
‘Twas blog day before Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza and more
And, all through the house
I’m the only one stirring
There best be no mouse.
Luke is asleeping
And right at my feet.
What is today’s message?
Let’s be short and sweet!
It came without clatter
Of hooves on the roof
A friendly reminder
That needs no proof.
Amidst the hustle and bustle
You may find yourself in
Take time for yourself
Time to go within.
For in the season of giving
We often forget
The importance of receiving
But, please do not fret.
A few minutes at most
With a hot cup of tea
Will serve to remind you
About receptivity.
For giver and gift
Need YOU to receive
That is the cycle
So, please do believe.
Take this reminder
Wherever you go
With a twinkle in your eyes
Like the Santa you know.
… and to ALL Many Good Nights!