Christmas Day, for all who celebrate it, I wish you the very best of things. For those who do not, I wish the very same, and I hope you find joy in your day, however you spend it. This holiday has always been a magic one in my family, my parents making sure the magic lasted all my life, to this very day. Restless nights of anticipation, of joy, and a focus so entirely on giving. The memories I have of this holiday mean more than I know to say, and I do not wish to jeopardize your time on this day with a long Signal Fire, so I wanted to give something else. A tribute to one of the best poets, Robert Frost, here is my Christmas homage to his famous “Stopping By Woods On A Snowing Evening.” I maintained his rhyme scheme, his syllable count, (which was weirdly hard) and did my best to make it feel the same. I hope you enjoy.
Now, please, go celebrate however you choose with whomever you love the most. If you find yourself alone, realize you never are, and that you are so loved, even if you don’t remember sometimes. You’re loved by me, by each of us here, and by so many more. I hope all my hopes you see that.
Happy Christmas friends. I love you so much, and am so thankful for the gift that is you all. All I have, all I am, is for you all.
What magic in these sleepless nights, the room aglow with soft white lights, will he stop if we find our sleep, soaring above at such great heights? It's wonder still that we shall reap, warmth that stays as snow grows deep, more than gift, than ribbon or bow, wonder we hold and always keep. What sounds are these we think we know, muffled inside the rooftop snow, clatter of hooves and bells on sleigh, quiet laughter and ho ho ho. We shut our eyes and in bed stay, and while we wait for light in grey, whisper soft Happy Christmas Day. whisper soft Happy Christmas Day.
Unwrap me gently
pull the ribbons from my skin.
What’s inside is yours.