The Christmas Spectacles: Merry Christmas!

The Christmas Spectacles

By: Katelyn Chef 

One Christmas Eve

There was a girl who no longer believed

The light that once shined bright

Fizzled out in her plain sight.

Warm memories faded

Her creative spirit turned jaded.

Walking out to sit under the evening sky

She looked above to ponder the reason why.

Something moved to her right

Squinting, she couldn't make the figure out with all her eyes' might.

Finally, as he drew near,

His image became more clear.

"For it's Christmas Eve," said the man

"& It's an important time for those who give not wanting to receive."

He was clothed in burgundy silk

With a beard as white as milk.

"It's important to carry the creative light,

"For I know you used to write.

Christmas is a time for retrieving 

A bit of has been lost."

He handed the girl a tiny box

It was wrapped in golden cornstalks. 

Gently, untying the delicate string

She finally saw something.

In the box, rested a pair of glasses

Wonderful to the masses.

They were lovely & yellow

Suddenly she felt inspired & mellow.

Slipping the spectacles on

Her imagination lit up like the break of dawn.

He had given her back her lost light

The spectacular spectacles were her new creative sight.

***

I remember writing this Christmas poem last year, & the place I was in--emotionally. Writing {& any artform} is the best gift as a creative outlet. I encourage you to share others' creativity as well as dig into your own. If not today but within the New Year. 

Sharing each other's work & taking the time to find our own creativity is the best type of 'gift' we can give & receive.  

I am making it a tradition to post & share this poem in the holiday post that is closets to Christmas Eve as I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!