Christmas isn’t hiding in the tree.
Christmas isn’t hiding in the lights.
Christmas isn’t hiding in what we see.
We don’t see Christmas through our eyesight.

And it’s not hidden in rhyme –
which rhymes with time, dime, climb,
clime, lime, thyme, mime…

Is Christmas hidden in the past
when Mom and Dad were still here
and the sons were little and scampering
around in their footy pajamas
and waiting for Santa?

Is it hidden in the office Christmas parties?
The community caroling, the tree-lighting, the Christmas sales?
The Christmas cookies, gift-wrapping, Hallmark movies?

Breaking News: I just found it!
And you know where it was?
It was inside ME all along!
And I just needed to be still
and listen to hear its song.

-Karen Molenaar Terrell