Moments of Light


Earlier today I opened an old online file that contained an attempt at poetry that was written nearly forty years ago. While I hope that my literary style has improved somewhat, it was painfully apparent that my disposition about the holidays had not. If anything, my misgivings about “the season of light” seem to have only intensified with the passing of the time. But once again I find myself ready to embark on that five week dash between Thanksgiving and the New Year that is designed to promote the nobler qualities of mankind.

It is not that I discount the possibility of peace, love, gratitude, joy and universal brotherhood; it just seems that such things tend to be in short supply on the calendar days set aside to celebrate those particular aspects of humanity. In fact, I believe the holiday season would be much better served if we just eliminated the actual holidays. My fondest recollections of the season have always occurred on those unmarked days at much quieter moments: a shared turkey sandwich at 1:00 AM the day after Thanksgiving, an unexpected gift on December 27th, a New Year’s toast on January 2nd, a sincere smile and an extended hand—anytime. ‘Tis the season, keep it well! 

(From the December issue 2007) CHRISTMAS I am not sure that I believe in Christmas. I have not put aside this day for peace or love. I have, though, put aside a day for Bing Crosby and the breaking in of new clothes. For most of us, Christmas is anti-climatic. What little peace and love that may be found in that moment is quickly stored away in hearts like decorations in boxes left hidden until next year. So for you I wish only a merry Bing Crosby and a happy breaking in of new clothes. As for peace and love, I wish you this all the other days of the year.