This poem was inspired by a small and mighty Christmas cards designed by a friend.
Christmas and the cost of living
Why do we make
Christmas so big
when joy’s so short,
innocence lost,
when baby’s squeezed
in a one star place?
Why do we make
Christmas so big
when the word,
from the beginning
was just a whisper
kissed of God?
Why do we make
Christmas so big
when we hang the tree,
lynch the light and
tinsel tight tie
the hostage angel?
Do we there nail
our hope that in
Advent edgeway
such baby-talk
may faithful grow
mercy, love, peace?
©David Herbert
Grits and Grains 
Thank you David for sharing this, it certainly made me stop and think. May Christmas be all it could be for you and your family
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Thank you Ginnie – and I hope you are continuing to shed light in your way.
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