The old clock chimes,
Expectations to meet.
Traditions set, like the TV repeat.
Smothered in tinsel
Stands the twinkling mass
Whilst we drown in our sherry,
Hide in our glass.
Burdens too heavy, snow too deep.
A lifetimes emotion. Broken sleep.
And yet, He delivers and hope is born
Faith renewed on Christmas morn.
Gifts given and eyes to see.
Peace and freedom just to be.
Releasing the pressure and disbelief.
Forgotten heartache; intense relief
Finding trinkets full of pleasure.
Jewels that sparkle, precious treasure.
A sacred devotion to soothe the soul
Love to sustain us.