Like A Child

 

 

I’m like a child

When Christmas is near,

It is my favourite time

 Of each year.

 

It’s a recurring dream

Of my childhood,

At almost seven decades

It’s still in my blood.

 

There is no time

That can beat Christmas,

The only problem is

It goes so fast

 

I wake in the morning

Then in a flash it is night,

Christmas has passed

It’s out of sight.

 

 

I become melancholy

Like seriously so,

Why must it go so fast?

I’d like to know.

 

The getting together

And the variety to eat

And before you could blink

It beats a retreat.

 

Christmas is gone,

It seems so far away

And a long time must pass

Before Christmas day.

 

The beauty right now is

It is still to come

And I will worry about that

When the day is done.

 

But right now, I tell you,

I am looking forward to it,

Christmas day, I mean,

As is my habit.

 

 

I used wish

There was more than one

But I’d feel the same

When both were gone.

 

It’s a miracle for sure

In more ways than one

That first Christmas day

When Jesus was born.

 

That miracle touches me

And I hope also you,

As a born-again Christian

I was made new.

 

It has far more meaning

Certainly, for me,

Ever since Jesus came in

And set me free.

 

 

Still, there is melancholy

When the day is past

And I begin thinking of ways

I could make it last.

 

Yes!

 

I’m like a child

When Christmas is near,

It is my favourite time

 Of every year.

 

Stewart Russell © December 6, 2021