I threw away old Christmas Cards today.
Going through the Christmas closet,
there they were, from dear friends.
Years and years of hellos in December
sparkles and snow scenes with pictures.
They shared their families triumphs,
some sharing the passing of loved ones.
I am not sure why I kept them,
I guess they felt like treasured gifts.
However, time lessons the feelings
as they collect to be too many.
I decided to throw away the old ones.
Few send Christmas Cards anymore,
they have become less and less.
It is mostly done from family
or retired people with more time.
I threw away the old Christmas Cards today
an era of innocence, at least if feels that way to me.
Summoned under night
The refuge of the soul
Born just out of sight
Labored into hope
Carried on beast and straw
Promises to cope
Rich kings attend
To peer at wonder
As angels ascend
A dark cold crib
Stones for shelter
A mother’s bib
Breath of life
The word drawn
Near into promise
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