These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Search for Secret Christmas

In days beyond the season's rush
when Christmas peace is missed,
we look for just the slightest brush
with what we wish we'd kissed.

The gentle shop, that fills the cup
with satisfying brew
is just the piece of peace to sup,
we wished December knew.

The Christmas tree that's near the bed
or tucked upon a shelf
between the books we've lately read
to heal the frazzled self.

The creche we store in the hallway's side,
reminding when we walk
of one great Lord, Who lived and died,
and lives with us to talk.

This Secret Christmas we will find
when saved by Jesus' Grace.
What He has done so true and kind
shows love upon His Face.

This Secret Christmas on Day Three
was opened when the rock
was moved back so that you and me
could see He's gone, and walks.

Our Secret Christmas finds its peace
in Jesus, Babe, now Lord.
When we to Him our wills release,
His Gift to us, His Word.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 1st, 2025