Merry Christmas
By T. A. Fry
May this season make you blessed,
Every day with tenderness;
Renew our dampened spirits in its sway.
Rejoice in twinkling candlelight,
Young and old all spry this night,
Cheerful with renewal New Year’s Day.
Hark our dear one’s joy
Rally our inner girl and boy,
Inside our hearts’ a tiny silver sleigh.
Santa’s not gifts beneath a tree,
The true gifts are family,
May each flourish in both industry and play.
And so I’ve devised a simple plan
Spelled it out in anagram,
Merry Christmas one and all this holiday.
Is it naive to want to want the world to be a better place this time of year? Then let’s be naive together in wishing each other the sentiments: “Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men.” The words nativity and naivety are french and come from the same Latin root that means just born. Every year, we need to birth anew our understanding of peace. Peace that is an outpouring of compassion, the capacity to empathize with even those we disagree. Peace arises from the certainty that there can never be peace for me, until there is justice for everyone else. Justice is not a means to retribution. Justice has to be a road to peace, for Justice = Just Us.
May this world find real solutions to the most intractable of conflicts in 2019 and forge a brighter future for us all.
Peace on Earth,
. . Goodwill to All.
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