What is it about the Dark,
That frightens us?
Why does the shrinking of the day,
When light arrives so late and leaves so early,
Are we so easily lost
In visions of a never ending night?
Sweaters, jackets, and over coats
Have been hanging
In our closets,
Waiting for this season to rescue them,
To restore them to their usefulness.
We long to find a way to be so useful.
Snow can be beautiful.
But winter winds are cold,
Our gloveless freezing hands
No longer hold
The promises of spring.
We need the light
We need the fire
And the candles
Of a celebration.
We hunger for a party
Where we can find each other,
When we Sing and Dance and Love.
We need some way
To scare away our fears.
And toss our tears into tomorrow.
Birth answers Death.
And thus we gather yearly on this day
To pledge ourselves to that reality;
To sing happy birthday carols
And to wish us all, a Merry Christmas.