Years ago, my aunt was working for a small town newspaper and informed me that they wanted a poem to print for Christmas and urged me to submit something. 

I chose to use the opportunity to hone my writing, to see if I could write something very traditional, like you might see on a Christmas card. So I penned this piece and they did in fact publish it. 

Those of you who have read even a few of my other works know that this is not typical of my writing style. Still, the sentiment is there. I do love Christmas and what it's supposed to be. 

So now, I offer this verse to all of you. May your holiday celebrations (whatever your traditions are) be full of joy and love. 


T'was ne'er the thought 

Of Saint Nick’s arrival

With stockings full

Of shiny toys

Nor in the least

The Christmas feast

That filled my heart

With season’s joy

Nay, my brother

I tell you true

'Tis not the tree

With lights aglow

I shiver not 

At romantic thoughts

Of kisses sweet

Under mistletoe

Though the sacred rites

Hold much weight

Though they may contrive

A special glee

Without contrite

I may tell you right

They hold something 

Else for me

Indeed I say and

Mark me well

The warmth of hearts

Is enough for me

For the essence in rhyme

Of Christmas time

Is embraced within 

The family

Forget not your brother

Who holds less fortune

Though he be a stranger

Give 'till it hurts

I tell you then, and

Only then, my friend

Shall you receive

The joy this holiday asserts