I heard someone say, as I was at the grocery store, “Somehow it seems to think that I went thru all that for one day, I feel let down somehow.”
It does sometimes seem odd to me to, how we all “gear up for Christmas” and then the day is over, and then the next day “we” go on as if nothing has happnened.
As of waking up from a nice dream into a nightmare, we rrealize that indeed the world has not changed for the better…yet.
How can this be, after all the gifts, all the lights, all the songs, all the feasts? – Ninure da Hippie
Christmas Is Waiting to be Born
Where refugees seek deliverance that never comes
And the heart consumes itself, if it would live,
Where little children age before their time,
And life wears down the edges of the mind,
Where the old man sits with mind grown cold
While bones and sinew, blood and cell,
go slowly down to death,
Where fear companions each day’s life,
And Perfect Love seems long delayed,
Christmas is waiting to be born
In you, in me, in all mankind.
Source: The Mood of Christmas