Jack O' Hare Reflects Upon The Approaching Christmas

That barber pole at the North Pole glows neon red and white
basking in the brightness of an Aurora Borealis night
gingerbread cookies and mistletoe, milk and Christmas pud,
hang the stockings o'er that fireplace made of solid wood.

Lights and tinsel decorate that tree of evergreen
those presents wrapped complete the scene...

or do they?
Jack O' Hare lifted his ears
underneath the snowflake tears
there was still something missing to this scene
without it Christmas loses its gleam.

Where was the Babe in the manger born?
Trying to clutch the holly thorn?
Those tiny hands that reached up high
were the same Hands that made the sky.

To men and women living upon this Earth
Life seemed but endless death and birth
God seemed so distant and far
to actually see and touch Him
you may as well try...
to catch that distant star.

And yet over Bethlehem
a distant star stood
could God become man?
Apparently He could.

He is the Reason for the season
The Light that shines so bright
The shining Star that guides us
through many a desert night.


-A poem written by Christopher Dracul Van Helsing
Sunday Evening, December 5th 2010
The Eve of Saint Nicholas.