These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Safe Place of Christmas

O, why does it make me cry,
remembering the season's love?
The little boy just sits to sigh,
while watching Christmas' flying doves.

An aging man still wonders where
the hope of childhood flies away.
The window's yard, now makes me stare
as years of life fill ev'ry day.

Salvation's hope, it lingers near,
but sadness clouds the weary mind.
Can Christmas peace be newly clear,
while my "little boy" needs words so kind?

All therapy requires some time.
The darkness grows before the Light.
My Christmas place, an uphill climb,
will welcome me with greater sight.

by Jay O’Toole
on May 5th, 2023

Reference cue: "Where Are You, Christmas?"
(The song from How The Grinch Stole Christmas)