Christmas,
the mass for christ
the day we choose to celebrate
his birth
the birth of light
out of the darkness
of the winter night
Solstice has passed
days grow in length
a little more light
with each passing day
Candles abound
and bright lights glow
but we need them no more
for his presence does grow
Here is seems different
days are the same
throughout the year
half of light,
and half of dark,
rainy and dry define the seasons
now is summer
though we are north of the equator
the light is intense at the midday
hide in the shadows and shade
to escape its heat
and the light that burns
but it is still christmas
the birth of the one
who reminded the world
and let his light shone
it does not seem the same
as the christmas i know
but i must heed the message
and let my light grow.
