Written by Lilith Raymour

A reflection
Of who you are
Tis the season

Rant
Rave
Bellow
Scream
“That’s not what the season means!”
“The whole thing’s a lie”
“Obscene!”
If you are that set
In your ways
That’s all you get
That’s all you give
Emptiness

But
Search for new meaning
Sink deep into more
About the season
Than what’s sold
Find the changed story
In an old story retold
And who knows
Maybe
Just maybe
You can warm yourself
On a hearth
Where magic glows

Through
Around
Under
Over
God
Jesus
Or virgin birth
Mohammad
Vishnu
Buddha
None
Some
Or
All of the above

Use any of these colors
One can still paint
An endless portrait of love
Reflected through the season

Now imagine a world
Where all these new
Unique
Understandings
Help us live
Through gifts we give
Ourselves
Each other

Any season
Is more than just an ornament
And together
We can truly be
Our own Santas
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Lilith Raymour
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