A Simple Christmas
It may seem like a tiny little Christmas.
Hardly any decorations this year.
No kids within hours of home.
The plague keeping us home Christmas Eve.
No country ham in the fridge.
The tree, a tiny thing, barely three feet high,
a little scraggly, covered in white lights
and little else. A manger. One. That’s enough, really.
When there is less, there is more focus.
There’s value in that. And besides,
it is the first Christmas that is ours. Only ours.
There’s focus in that too.
A simple Christmas. A simple Christmas Eve.
Better accommodations than the first one,
but simple, leaving room for the meaning
without peeling back lights, tinsel and wrapping paper
to see where we left it.