The bells begin
sounding a birth.
So with the light of day
comes the Light,
the new Day.
Shadows may grow
as darkness hides
but Light
breathes life
into frost-bound air.
Unwrapped presents
litter bedrooms
tags and paper strewn
beside excited beds.
These are gifts,
tangible,
requiring batteries,
needing assembly,
ready to paint.
The gift of the heart
came earlier,
when in the quiet darkness
Father looked at child,
kissed a sleeping head
and smiled.
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