when i was little i thought there was something magical about the christmas tree.
and i still remember deciding that what i wanted more than anything
was to be able to sleep underneath it
with all the lights on
and the nativity scene behind me
my parents realized that this was a true desire
and eventually they allowed me to spend ONE NIGHT every year under the tree
it was a night i always looked forward to
i think it was looking up in the lights and branches that enthralled me
that seemingly endless beauty
that lifted up, to where my young eyes could barely catch a glimpse of the angel
it was looking up
that was my favorite part
and as i look at my tree
sitting by a seemingly unfamiliar window
a window that isn't "mine" really
i'm captured again by the lights
and i'm reminded
to look UP
in this season of the year, it's important
and in this season of my life...
well, it's vital.
(...peace on earth...)