The wooden house crumbles
underneath the weight of misery
and I give my heart permission
to live and breathe the truth.
Christmas was not designed
to fill my body with gifts
but to empty out the colors
that only see their own eye.
bow on that reverent midnight
when a king took his humble
walk on earth.
I will not accept the word
holiday greetings
because it doesn't lift
the reason we celebrate
onto chords of sleepless
glory.
A sinless night
with a selfless promise,
to love without condition
and give birth
to a savior of sacrifice.
Prepare the soul
not for empty shops
but the depth of giving
far past what our ears
can hear.
