Christmas Eve 2021



Chances are he won’t recall 

the holiness and awe 

of candlelight, “O Holy Night,” 

the beauty of it all.

Perhaps he will, but memory’s strange 

(my history is a haze); 

it snatches moments randomly, 

misplaces years and days.

I won’t soon lose the image of 

his sweet, illumined face, 

his lips’ attempts to join the song 

of Love’s divine embrace.

My heart is hard, I will admit 

and quick to criticize.

My grandson offered childhood’s gift 

of Christmas through his eyes.



This is written about Link, age 6 ½, as he stood beside me on Christmas Eve, 2021. (Photo from Canva)