A Christmas Kaleidescope by Kathy Joy
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Do you remember the wonder of a kaleidoscope? As a child I remember peering into a tube with mirrors and pieces of colorful glass. The reflections made amazing patterns that changed when the tube was rotated.
As a grownup, I'm just as intrigued.
Christmas is a cluster of images, thoughts and emotions; a collection of odd bits of memory, passages of music and snippets of conversation. When these images are reflected in the mirror of memory, they form a kaleidoscope of the holidays. It's as though we're looking through a colorful lens at patterns and prisms that dazzle the eye and stir up long-forgotten emotions.
Each element is keenly felt, yet the combination is a heady mixture of joy and pain, fulfillment and need. Please join me as I try to capture sound, color and light in a Christmas collage.
Christmas is the cry of a baby, changing the world forever.
Christmas is the cry of a baby, changing the world forever.
It's the kiss of peppermint,
the comfort of hot cocoa,
a moveable feast.
Christmas is the peal of a bell,
Christmas is the peal of a bell,
a tangle of lights,
a shiver of hope,
a right jolly old elf.
It's an awkward hello and a tearful goodbye.
It's an awkward hello and a tearful goodbye.
It's an empty chair, an aching heart.
Christmas is a velvet dress,
Christmas is a velvet dress,
a sticky giggle,
a weary soldier,
a solitary meal.
It's a whisper of snow,
It's a whisper of snow,
a hint of pine,
a toothless grin,
a festive package.
It's a hope deferred, a fragile truce.
It's a hope deferred, a fragile truce.
It's a living crèche,
a dying wish,
a watchful prayer.
Christmas is a drink from the cup of Forgiveness -- even when the dregs are bitter.
It's the bray of a donkey,
Christmas is a drink from the cup of Forgiveness -- even when the dregs are bitter.
It's the bray of a donkey,
the blending of carolers,
a crackling fire.
And, steady in the East, one bright star presides over all our distress and delight.
Christmas is, forevermore, Emmanuel, God with us.
Christmas is, forevermore, Emmanuel, God with us.
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