Christmas is for Children

Christmas is for children, that magic time
In the magic imagination of the young.
Because, of course, the magic is in them.
Therefore, they can believe, and they do.

All children may not know the story of
The genesis of our celebration, or if
They have heard the story, do they
Really take it in? As reality? For them?

There are so many doubters in the world
Today, so many caught up in the modern
Myth that we must overgift this one time
Of the year; some may even go to church.

But I can’t help the feeling of that magic.
It seems to live in my heart. A hangover,
Perhaps, from my magic childhood? Could I
Revive that magic? Is this good feeling really magic?

Yes, I believe in the magic. It is the good
Will and the blessing of my fellow beings.
I believe in the heart and the soul of
Goodness within. I believe in love and sharing.

If Christmas is for children, then I, too, am a
Child. A big, grown-up kid who still believes
In angels and good deeds, helping hands and hugs,
Tears of happiness and forgiveness and, yes, love.

Accept the magic for what it is: it is the spirit
Of Christmas and the magic of childhood.
So, childish or not, Merry Christmas to you and
Good day my lovelies, and happy days to all.

—H. W. Bryce

Image by Lorri Lang from Pixabay

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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