Christmas Treasures


Christmas Memories

Oh the ache of Christmas,
of the years rolling by,
of children growing…I cannot stop it,
no matter how hard I try.

Middle boy says at table-
“I don’t get it this year…
It doesn’t seem like Christmas
Yet it’s almost here.

It’s a week away
and it feels like any other.
The few things on my list
hardly give my heart a flutter.”

“You’re older now my son…”
I say to him point blank.
Yet this morning I weep ponds
o’er the pictures in my memory bank.

The boy so full of glee
he hardly could contain
What Santa just might bring him…
A front-end loader, a Thomas train?

And this was in November!
bouncing, running ‘round,
trying to sit still long enough
to write his wishes down.

Then post them on his bedroom door
But that was not enough!
He must remind Santa’s messengers…
This is serious stuff!

Then in the wee-est hours
Christmas morn did he awake
To tiptoe down, survey the loot,
Then bursting, he would take—

His sister and his radio
to play the Christmas tunes.
Softly first, then louder still…
Their parents, surely, would waken soon.

And just to be sure,
in the room they would creep
Then hop on the bed
mom and dad pretending to sleep.

It is these bleary-eyed memories,
seared to my heart every year…
I can’t bear to see them passing
and n’er return I fear.

Does being a mother
mean that we get to hold
all the joy of receiving
and the pain of letting go?

Does it mean that I’m a vessel
to hold the years of a child?
I think that I may burst as well
They are too precious, lovely, wild!

Is this what Scripture means
when Mary treasured them in her heart?
I can’t begin to touch the pain
of her Son’s end, nor of His start.

From manger-lay to hung-on-a-tree…
how could a mother hold
the years of Your Child, boy to a man,
Could only be Love, and Love so bold.

I know just a taste of her vessel heart,
mine is still being swelled
by the boy-becoming-man-years…
More memories to be held.


18 December 2011
After a conversation with William at the dinner table, almost exactly the way I wrote it here.

****William is now 16. And though this was written two years ago, he said this again to me just the other day. Only a few things on his wish-list. I like to think it’s a sign of contentment in one so young.

Tree Trimming


There have been many new followers here on Drawn2Life this year. I want to welcome ALL of you! I am really so glad you are here! I’m hoping those of you who have been with me for a while won’t mind a few poems written from past holidays.  I love pulling them out along with all our decorations for our home. We decorated our tree the day after Thanksgiving and put up all the other festive decor sprinkled here and there throughout the house. Lots of fun!

But it also makes me a bit weepy. Memories come flooding in with each ornament we hang on the tree. And with every decoration there’s a story. I thought of this poem, written last year one evening as I gazed at our decorated tree which didn’t yet have presents under it. I hope you enjoy this poem as well as any holiday traditions you might enjoy with your family this week!

P.S. The above drawing was made with one line, from the angel to the bottom of the tree. See if you can follow it!:)

A Christmas Line

If you followed a line from the angel on your tree
All the way down to where presents should be

Would you revisit  memories of the years gone by
Curling ‘round ornaments with a twinkle in your eye?

Would you find yourself there when your babies were born?
When they made preschool ornaments, now shabby and torn?

Would you see faces of friends who made or gave one to you?
Would you relive your childhood, tracing baubles from then too?

And as your line meandered through santas and stars,
Penguins and trees, toy trains and cars…

Would you find ‘neath your tree more gifts than you could count?
Dazzled by the ache as your memories mount?

Your line would’ve found, from the angel to the earth
A trove of presents that fill you with mirth.

Though the tree will soon fill with wrapped boxes underneath
They can never surpass what I’ve already received.


It’s Christmastime!


Come With Me

I have so much to share with thee,
my online reader and friend,
I think I shall post–’til the day that I toast–
the New Year coming ’round the bend.

So here I go a rhyming
sharing poems present and past.
So we can enjoy the season
making merry with mirth ’til the last.

I hope that you’ll join me each day
right here on Drawn2Life.
Set aside the crazy to-do list
and if you can, all suffering and strife.

For this is a season of Jolly
Glad tidings are coming to be
Hope and Love in Emmanuel
is becoming reality!