I think I shared this last year here, but just felt like posting it again, as much for myself as anyone...

FINDING CHRISTMAS

stumbling through the wrappings
of a long-lost holy day
gifts of obligation
rushing wearily on their way
to festive twinkling Christmas trees
and eggnog on the fly
frowns and worried wallets
creasing every parent's eyes
but deep beneath the presents
and the cynic's hustling cries
lies a hushed and holy moment
when Love broke through as Child
the story's old and heard before
some say it isn't true
and grasp the crass commercial crap
as reason for the blues
but deep beneath the humming
of the bustling ATMs
lies that glorious possibility
that More exists within
the wrappings and the tokens
and the twinkling Christmas trees
It reaches deep inside my soul
to dare my heart to see
that buried in the silent night
beneath the hustling fray
I'll find my Christmas wrapped inside
this long-lost holy Babe