Christmas poem: Wonder

You have no idea how long it took me to find this poem.

I have probably a hundred notebooks in my room; on the bookshelf, under the bed, in the closet, by the desk. You wouldn't think it would be so difficult to find the one that contained a poem written 2 Christmases ago, would you? But after quite a long search, here it is.

I wrote this poem on my 18th Christmas Eve. Even though 2 years have passed, I still feel it relevant, at least in part. Enjoy. :)

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Wonder

by Rachel D.


It’s Christmas time again and now I sit here all alone
Somehow I see things differently now that I am grown
Just gazing at the tree afire with rainbow-colored stars
Is quite as alien to me as UFOs from Mars

Oh, where did all the wonder go? Why can I fall asleep
On Christmas Eve when Santa does his act as chimney sweep?
Why can’t I stare for hours on end into the manger scene
Or grab a little Christmas light and make my hands glow green?

Where’s the joy I used to find in watching falling snow?
And placing all the stockings in a nice neat row?
Winding silver tinsel all along the staircase rail
Watching joyful candles dance to hear the Christmas tale?

I sing the carols yet again with grown-up voice and see
The songs at which I sobbed with joy are nothing now to me
And so I sob with sorrow as I see what I’ve become
A broken ornament, forgotten; shattered, cold and numb

But childish fingers reaching down are breaking through my pain
They lovingly move over me and glue me back again
A little whisper grabs my ear and lets a secret through
“You try to put yourself in Christmas; it should be in you!”

The child laughs and with the sound a supernova blows
Its brilliant light into my mind and suddenly I know
What I’ve been missing all these years has filled my heart tonight
The Christmas Child has come again to fuse the world with light

I turn around to thank Him but He’s vanished yet again
And bubbling deep within my heart’s a song I know is Him
I turn back to drink the sky and breathe the chilly air
But warmth surrounds my mended heart and lets me know He’s there


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Merry Christmas.