Tonight the Eve of Christmas we will gather all together,
We will gather in a sea of and a crowd of voices,
And most likely rather than just kin, as it should be,
There will also be a myriad of acquaintances and friends,
Not enough chairs, so some will be left standing, plate in hand.
As I look at this photo, I dream of Christmas yet to be,
But what might that Christmas look like to me?
As I dream of Chrismas yet to be,
I dream of the Christ Child the center of all for you and me.
I dream of quiet elegance, of quiet and peace, and a spiritual journey,
A time when yes there is music and good food, but in quiet reflection to.
I do not envision a crowd, standing room only, plate in hand,
Nothing but silly chatter all night long.
As I dream of Christmas yet to be,
I dream of the holiday on retreat, a retreat of heart, body spirit and soul,
A retreat of reflection, joy, and introspection on the Reason for the Season,
I dream of quiet elegance as I dream of Christmas yet to be.