Magic at Christmas

There is something rather magical about a child aged three

they may laugh they may cry

but its the start of a unique woven memory

the first time Christmas comes to be

unbeknown to them, their grown-ups will most likely have started early

watching and thinking what will bring a smile

it might be Peppa pig on a pair of sox

something noisy in the wrapped up box

the first walk in the frost as their world sparkles white

the wonder of it all, so much to see

fascination as they watch a reflected image

through the bauble on a Christmas tree

traditions will grow, each one both universal and unique

as they make sense of a sometime senseless place

they will learn of a child in a manger

pop stars caring and folk wanting to do

something good at Christmas time that may last the whole year through

whatever a person’s religion, whoever they revere

a wind blows over the world at Christmas

and magic does appear

as you live and laugh and make each memory

may it last in all that you do

pass a kindness on, grow a giving heart

as that is where the magic starts.

Mighty as I am

In my breath I blow across the land a warmth

a moment for all of you to share

I stop your thoughts

challenge actions

In this way you will know that I still care

the damage that you do

I want to give you something good

and so I gave to you

my child, my son my wisdom I gave you so much more

knowing that you would screw it up I wanted

I hoped

that over time the seed would grow

somehow that you would know

god is love

his the care tending each everywhere

all you need to do is to believe

so hard to do

so I blow again

let the Christmas story spirit enter you.

Refer to: Apr 2020 – Sermons in stones