Take time for the real Christmas

To the editor:
At this time of the year it is easy to be caught up in the rush of the season without remembering or even thinking of the reason we go through all of this “hullabaloo.”
So as a way of slowing us down and getting us to reflect, I share a seasonal poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti called, “Christ Climbed Down.”
“Christ climbed down from His bare Tree
This year and ran away to where
There were no rootless Christmas trees
Hung with candycanes and breakable stars.
Christ climbed down from His bare Tree
This year and ran away to where
no Bing Crosby carolers groaned of a white Christmas
and where no Radio City angels iceskated wingless
through a winter wonderland into a jinglebell heaven
daily at 8:30 with Midnight Mass matinees.
Christ climbed down from His bare Tree
This year and softly stole away into
Some anonymous Mary’s womb again
Where in the darkest of night of everybody’s anonymous soul
He awaits again an unimaginable
And impossible Immaculate Reconception
The very craziest of Second Comings.”

Rev. Mark R. Pawlowski
Three Rivers

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