Traditions of Life!
Reflections of Christmas,
reflections of time,
Like worn-out boots tracing the paths of our lives.
Our stories tangled with those who came before,
Our parents, our families—ghosts in the firelight’s roar.
Traditions that travel like old freight trains,
Crossing the miles and the years, carrying memories in their wake.
The days as they were, the nights we still dream of,
The laughter and tears, the sorrow and love.
But Christmas—it’s more than just the season’s cold,
It’s the birth of a Savior, a story told
In whispers of hope, in the crackle of forgiveness,
A light in the darkness, a promise of new beginnings.
And all these pieces, they come back around,
In worn-out songs and the gathering sound
Of families coming home, of candles and prayers,
Hanukkah lights, Christmas bells—
A wild, sacred dance through the years.
Rolando Matias