Christmas Vigil

It is the night before
what has always been
my favorite holiday–
But tonight no children
go to bed early so Santa
can come.

No one hides behind the sofa
to tackle Santa
or leaves cookies and a note
or makes his brother
promise to wake him up
before sneaking out to the living room.

What is the wonder
of Christmas
if we all just go to bed,
arise and eat,
open a book
and a box of chocolates?

No more wondering:
Will David like his Legos?
Will Capsela be perfect
for Richard and Michael?
Will Shane ride his scooter
the whole day long?
What will Becky say
when she sees
her Barbie with
the hand-sewn bridal gown?

No more
jumping up every time
the house creaks;
no sleeping on a foam pad
on the living room floor
so I won’t miss
their first glimpses
of Christmas.

What is Christmas now?

Could it be
a much-younger mother,
all alone,
as she looks at perfect lips,
flushed baby cheeks,
the dimple in the cleft of his chin,
about sorrowful days
yet to be?

Could it be that Christmas
began as a lonely vigil?


About Judy Grigg Hansen
I write poetry and nonfiction, and I am passionate about the people, places, and wildflowers of Idaho and the Northwest.

2 Responses to Christmas Vigil

  1. Dick says:

    Very good, sad but true, dad

  2. Marsha says:

    Love it Judy. I get it. Thanks for sharing that. Hope Mike is doing better. Merry Christmas.

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