The Day After Christmas

The final flurry of coats and scarves,

of donning warm mittens and shoes,

of gathering dishes

and offering wishes,

of exiting by ones and twos,

Of swirling, whirling outside air

rushing in through the opened door,

of shivering shrugs

and last minute hugs,

then waving good-bye once more.

The final moments of Christmas Day

depart with the click of the latch;

with a yawn, our kids look

to their brain candy book

for a few tranquil chapters to snatch.

A sensation, mildly bittersweet,

emerges to dance in my brain;

every song Christmas brings

of the wee King of Kings

go the way of the candy cane.

The final flow of glad tidings ebb

in exchange for steadier currents;

for after the party,

my life is made hearty

by running the race with endurance.

The small things of life create patience,

the drab parts of life are quite real;

reflecting God’s glory

is still mandatory,

whether or not I feel zeal.

God’s own human Son set the standard,

though not much is written, it’s true;

in His first thirty years,

through His joy and His tears,

He obeyed and had faith as He grew.
~ae

“And Jesus kept increasing in wisdom and stature,

and in favor with God and men.”  ~Luke 2:52