The hubbub The hurry Wrapper and wreaths Boxes and bows Tape and tree skirts Ugly sweaters and shirts With reindeer or Santa. Wide smiles Playful banter. Calm reflection on Christmas day We look away From the gifts And garland To look afar And remember For a moment at least At the source of our peace Two years of fear Sickness and loss But Victory is here. He weighed the cost And came to bear Our souls’ cross. Welcome him He is here Not there or yonder Still here Let your mind ponder Never leaving Still abiding Will you open Your house Your world Your life For him to steer?