The sun is sleepy raising its head this morning.
The bows are tied and the packages shiny wrapped.
All racing around in anticipation of seeing what the sunset will bring
on this most special of Eves.
But I no longer see the miracle of it all here.
I do not see that wonder in their eyes so young,
as it was when we were such.
I do not see eyes shining bright with hope.
I do not hear that merriment in their laughter,
I do not hear their laughter,
easy as ours used to be.
I do not feel that amazement in their gaze,
for just that walk down main street,
with its bright lights and tinsel sparkle.

What gift have we given the children of our world this Christmas?
If not the wonder and amazement that is this life,
then what?

The coffee is nostalgic this morning….merry Christmas Eve.