POEM - Living Christmas

Then, it happened, that she realized she was living Christmas.
She was grateful for her colored ribbon life,
For the candle-light brightness of her children’s lives,
For the manger her friends and family made for the infant
Love that was born alone in her, announced by a star.
She negotiated the day-to-day things
Illuminated by her children’s dreams,
She spoke the language of Chocolate,
And in everything she touched, sweetness bloomed -
Even in the deadest part of winter.

In the end, she knew how to live Christmas because she was Christmas.
In the end, she found the baby she sought nestled amid her hurt
Deep, deep, deep within herself,
Where the Messiah lay all this time,
Waiting for discovery.