The winds have calmed
their anxious conversations
from last night. I listened
in as I fell asleep
and wondered what
they were upset about.
It is Christmas morning
and much has changed
since I was a child waking,
ready to rip apart presents
carefully placed under
our artificial tree.
I have grown to know
love cannot be measured
merely through gifts.
Love is far greater
than any physical object
that can be desired.
My youngest brother
is still young enough
to take part in the ritual
of gifts under the tree.
I am happy it is still
a part of his life.
I don't need much,
don't ask for much,
don't expect much.
I am content
to wake each morning
and see the sun.
Light shines through
my window
and lands upon
my desk.
A gentle, steady
reminder.
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