[stylist] Christmas poem

[Jacobson, Shawn D]

Friends
I've kind of been away from this page for a while.  November is always a bit crazy for me with the audit and the state convention.  I hope to get into some serious butt-to-chair time here in the near future.

Till then, here is a little poem for the holidays.

Shawn

A place called Christmas
by Shawn Jacobson

There is a place called Christmas,
a place found on maps made of the spirit.
This place once known for toys
is now known for deeper things,
family, tradition and ancient memory.
The word "gay" still has its hallowed meaning here.
Objectivist selfishness seems alien in this place.
And all the false gods, the god who hates fags,
the god who hates Jews, the god who hates the stranger,
such gods, who are devils are banished from this sacred space,
warded off by the sentinel of grace.
Only the true God, the presence of love rules here.
I only ask that Christmas bring me rest,
the Sabbath rest that restores.
Let the sacred music flow over me
like waves from Mother Ocean.
Let the virgin snow untouched by worldly things
blanket my yard like a great white sea.
Let the view from my window be a Christmas card from Heaven.
Let the Christmas lights illumine my soul,
and let peace and joy reign in this house.
The day will come when I am summoned forth by bagpipes,
when fife, drum, and bugle will summon me forth to fight the good fight,
but let that day stay in the future, that I may tarry here a while longer.
Let this citadel of Christmas bring us peace.