sweet surprise
the week is near
wrapping presents
arrange the cheer
the eve and morn
to celebrate
a Savior born
colored glass
meatballs, quiche
santa songs
noel pastiche
sweep the earth
and set the birch
root beer bottles
go to church
ponder these
within thy heart


In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. – John 14:2

Inspired by my mother’s wisdom on anticipation (it’s the fountain of youth!) and expectation (He came, He comes, He’s coming).

Road to Bethlehem

The last few days we’ve trimmed the tree
and lined up Santas and copper globes.
We’ve hung the lights and arranged the greens
and tuned the radio to Holiday Classics.
Our golden angel from the 1960s,
with rhinestone tears and netted wings,
is set above the room,
and shiny ornaments reflect upon each other,
telling of travels, happy days and interests.
Thoughtful nooks and tablescapes,
scenes and settings for cheer appear.
And for the first time in my life
the merry mood of Christmas has yet to come.
Holly hardly helps an anxious heart.
I cut out paper strips for garland,
and glue the pinecones into place,
and ponder fearful roads and faith
of kings and shepherds
following a star to a stable.


The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. – Luke 1:35

Image: The Road to Bethlehem, painting by Lee Pantas