All o’ that fuss
And the day is gone,
It will never be repeated
In the beyond.
Shortest 24 hours
Christmas lovers will agree
Whether one spends it quietly
Or go on a spree.
I am for the quiet kind
On account of my age,
I prefer a stay-at-home Christmas
At my brittle stage.
Either way I repeat
Christmas is far too short
But be grateful for its meaning
I do exhort.
Heaven on earth
In the person of love,
Sent to us that first Christmas
From above.
Pagan, some say,
I shout “No, God!”
Emmanuel meaning God with us
Here and abroad.
It’s the shortest day
Yet an eternity
When one gets past the fun
And frivolity.
It lasts forever
In the believer’s heart:
The one that was born-again
From the very start.
Not superficiality
But God deep within,
Having sent His begotten Son
To save us from sin.
Thus, Christmas extends
Throughout the year
With its very special celebration
On Christmas Day.
This one has gone
But another will beckon
And so, all like now I look forward
To the next one.
However, I thank God
I have seen this one,
It’s my seventy second Christmas
And yes, it is gone.
The melancholy is not
Like in years gone by
But to say I am not missing it
Would be a lie.
The day was too short
But I fully enjoyed it
On account of the indwelling
Of Holy Spirit.
‘Tis the real meaning
Of Emmanuel,
God is with me every single day
And not for a spell.
Herein is the difference
I’d finally say,
The Christ of Christmas is with me
Every single day.
Stewart Russell © December 26, 2025
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