Christmas has been a show
Plotted in October. Texts, words edited, the songs
deliberated.
Fussing over "It Came Upon the Midnight Clear."
This year it will have to come--if it comes-- the way that disappointed me once ...
as a young adult.
no candlelight services.
or Oratorios.
This world that I have built to inure me
from that farm falls away.
I remember Christ singing "O Come Emmanuel" to me
in the disappointment of a tabletop tree and illness and a sense of unremitting loneliness.
But...
This story turned and glistened differently on another December Eve.
And so we have lived hope
and it changes the way we wait.
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