Blanket of Comfort ©

A moment descends, creeps behind me
And covers me, a mantle
As if all the Christmas days
I have lived are woven together
In a blanket of memories

Fireside, tree, table, cards
A chain of similar snapshots
If stretched would reach to Bethlehem
Scents filter together
That if bottled would sell
And no doubt encourage nostalgia

See how the build up enhances
The day, as if a melody is played
Until the big solo
That same baby born, yet each year
He arrives with wonder and the
Inn is always full

In the sameness comes the sure message
Jesus taught humility from a base line
In this hope for mankind
Christmas is ever new