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In Search of Christmas Day by Janet Martin Twas Christmas Eve and all through town the lights blinked red and green, Snow was softly falling down where naked worlds had been, Last minute shoppers rushed on home, discarding final lists, While others packed up and left town to see dear folk they'd missed Then, as I gazed on up the street I spied a form alone, He wandered as if searching for something a long time gone, He paused to view the festive scenes in windows twinkling bright, Where 'Merry Xmas' signs were strung in honor of this night Then up the silent street He trod, his steps were sad and slow, Unlike the rush these walks had known a few short hours ago, Past Santa's smiling face he walked, past a twinkling Christmas tree, Up to a window brightly lit where he could stand and see Inside each person rushed about dreaming of Christmas day, Dressing up the turkey or tucking last gifts away, Dreaming of feasts, laughter and gifts, tables o'er-flowing with food Trees laden down with presents for all, oh, what a holiday mood Stockings were hung at the fireplace, everything was complete, The table was set with cookies and milk for Santa's special treat, While folk all sang the Christmas carols and talked of Christmas cheer, The stranger outside the window turned away and wiped a tear Tis true, he cried, tis awful truth, I see it all too well, The reason why they choose to cross out that first syllable, Tis Merry Xmas, that is sure, the baby and Bethlehem's star Are simply traditions from the past, so faint and far They've forgotten the 'Christ' is what this day is really all about, That the true meaning is all gone if they choose to cross Him out, They forget it is Christ, not Santa, that represents Christmas Day, And in truth it is Merry Xmas if they choose to put him away He wiped his tears and whispered, I'm sorry but I can't stay here, I simply do not feel at home amidst this festive cheer, I watched him turn with broken heart and slowly walk away, Twas then I saw the Man was Christ in search of Christmas Day |
 This poem won 1st place for the November 2009 poetry contest |
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