These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

It's Christmas in the Evening

The celebrations are now done.
It's Christmas in the evening.
Togetherness in joy and fun,
the day is quickly leaving.

Tomorrow work begins, again,
this Christmas in the evening.
So much of life to do and tend
with gifts no more receiving.

The mellowness of tea to sip,
it's Christmas in the evening.
Emotions to their sad ones flip.
The change I'm newly grieving.

These hours more to write, reflect,
'fore wakefulness I'm leaving
are quiet times to joy detect.
My purpose I'm retrieving.

Of story tales, of life's events,
this Christmas in the evening,
anticipation grows intense
for childlike souls believing.

So, when it's o'er, the past increase,
on Christmas in the evening,
we must reflect, and find release
to sip our tea alleving.

The greatest times throughout the years,
this Christmas in the evening
are at His Birth and Life Restored.
Salvation, His bequeathing.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 25th, 2024