Poem of the Week: The Purpose of Christmas

The Purpose of Christmas
November 24, 2018

The football games are over, the Best in Show’s been named,
And many are the leftovers from days ago,
But now’s no time for resting, for now we must light the flame
To welcome the Christmas season, don’t you know.

It’s time to frock the house with boughs of holly and twinkling lights
And evergreen garlands everywhere we can.
It’s time to set up the Christmas tree and decorate it just right
In the living room where Mom’s favorite lamp stands.

It’s time to play the Christmas carols upon which we grew up
To lift our moods and fill our hearts with cheer
And figure out which recipes on Christmas Eve we’ll sup—
Dishes we usually don’t eat year-round.

We’ve three to four weeks left, too, to shop for Christmas gifts
To show our loved ones just how much we care.
So many options for each recipient through which we to sift
From electronics to trinkets to underwear…

It’s a once-a-year tradition that comes around each December
Before the old year ends and the new one starts,
Giving us at least one last moment of the year to remember
And hopefully last forever in our hearts.

Alas, not even the Christmas spirit can purge this sad world
Of the evils that corrupt it day after day.
Persistent violence, rampant disease, hatred constantly hurled—
It all comes back to haunt us in some way.

It’s thus up to us to recall just why we celebrate this season,
For material wealth alone can’t be our drive.
How about health, prosperity, and family as worthy reasons
In keeping the spirit of Christmas alive?

What about the lessons once taught to us by He Born in a Manger
Of tolerance and compassion for those whom we meet?
What about showing kindness regularly to both loved ones and strangers
Regardless if the weather is sun or sleet?

How can we call ourselves human if we don’t bear a shred of grace
With or without Christmas to show s the way?
It shouldn’t take candy canes and reindeer popping up ‘round the place
To teach us our purpose on any given day.

Even so, the warmth this season always chances to bring
During days when snow falls and the nights grow long
Can never be denied, for when I hear carolers sing,
I can never help but stand by and sing along.

Indeed, Christmas means a lot to me in more ways than I can say,
And forsaking it for me would be a sin,
For even after the passing of each year’s Christmas Day,
I’m reminded of the state this world is in

And my responsibility as a human being to set things right
No matter what, even in but a small way.
After all, that’s why we exist on Earth: to bear the light
To shine upon others, even past Christmas Day.


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Poem of the Week: The Holidays Are Here!

The Holidays Have Returned!
November 19, 2017

The holidays have returned!
The holidays are here,
Here for us to enjoy,
Here for us to celebrate—
Celebrate with friends and family,
Celebrate with food and song,
Song after song on the radio,
Song after song ‘round the fireplace—
Fireplace well across from the tree,
Fireplace where the chestnuts pop,
Pop like edible firecrackers,
Pop like kettle corn.
Kettle corn and deviled eggs,
Kettle corn and cranberries on strings,
Strings of lights on the banister,
Strings of lights lining the entire house—
House that smells of turkey,
House that smells of fig pudding,
Pudding for guests,
Pudding for carolers.
Carolers—winter’s trick-or-treaters.
Carolers—the bards of the season—
Season of joy,
Season of remembering—
Remembering Jesus,
Remembering the babe in the manger—
Manger filled with hay,
Manger where the animals lay,
Lay sleeping ‘neath the starry sky,
Lay until the three wise men came,
Came with gifts for the young Messiah,
Came with frankincense, myrhh, and gold—
Gold that now decorates our homes,
Gold we now dig for from our wallets,
Wallets and purses.
Wallets never full enough,
Enough to help us purchase our party wares,
Enough to help us purchase our gifts,
Gifts for those we know,
Gifts for those we love.
Love is the theme of the season.
Love is the season’s reason—
Reason to exist,
Reason to remind us all,
All about the holidays,
All about the season’s spirit.


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First Poem of Christmas 2016: What Christmas Means

What Christmas Means
November 26, 2016

ranberries, turkey, and stuffing on the table,
Helping out the homeless, the ill, and the disabled,
Rings and streams of evergreen decking every hall,
Ink and paper wishing joy and comfort to one and all,
Stockings, bows, and twinkling lights hung with care,
Tunes of merry tidings playing everywhere,
Mending broken hearts, even if just for the season,
Aunts, uncles, and grandfolks over for one special reason,
Snow upon the ground making things crisp and serene…

All these things and more to me are what Christmas means.


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Bonus Poem of the Week: One Week ’til Christmas

Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays, readers!

No time for a long, drawn-out message here. I just wanted to share with you all a little something that I was able to whip up last night that I hope elevates people’s spirits, even if the title of this very poem is technically off by one day. Without further ado, then, here’s One Week ’til Christmas.


One Week ‘til Christmas

December 16, 2012


We need a little Christmas, now so more than ever,

And yes, bringing such joy and cheer is indeed a great endeavor

To all the people in the world who celebrate Christmas Day,

But hey—all the more reason to get things underway,

So turn on your Christmas lights, put some carols on the radio,

Keep your fingers crossed for the chance that we might get snow,

Trim that Tannenbaum of yours, if you haven’t by now,

And deck your halls with holly ‘til all your housemates say, “Wow!”

Clean that chimney for ol’ Saint Nick, whip up some fruitcake batter,

Wrap up those last few presents of yours, for now’s the time that it matters.

Throw some logs in the fireplace and have your loved ones gather ‘round

To watch some Christmas specials such as Santa Claus is Coming to Town.

It’s one week ‘til Christmas, after all—no time to procrastinate,

So let’s fill the air with the Yuletide spirit before it’s too late.

The new year can wait ‘til next week, but right now’s the giving season,

So pass ‘round the eggnog and figgy pudding, for there’s no longer a reason

To hold back the practice of the lesson preached to us this time of the year.

We’ve one week ‘til Christmas, I say again, and we need some Christmas cheer.


That is all. Until next time, then, dear readers, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays in general, and happy reading!


Dustin M. Weber


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