These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Christmas Day

Suspenseful waiting is no more.
The presents open are revealed.
Our love expressed is from the core.
The gifts are tokens. The true is sealed.

We read accounts of Jesus' birth.
We sang Him, "Happy Birthday," too.
Nothing on Earth can match the worth
of the Joy, He brings to me and you.

The wrapping paper must be stored.
The boxes, all now empty, placed.
Each card received, up on a board.
The turkey breast we cook and baste.

All hearts prepare to start, again,
to live our lives of normal fare.
The holidays with kith and kin
are days unique, and truly rare.

To pause before the new days start,
reflecting on hushed moments' bliss,
we wipe a tear to leave and part
from this good celebration's kiss.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 25th, 2022