Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts (“refurbished patriarch”)
Friday Flash-55 (55 words)
Mad Kane (“Dear Son”)
Meme Express (“winter wonderland” or “Friday Freedom”)
One Single Impression (“distractions”)
Simply Snickers (“gold,” “green” and “red”)
Weekend Wordsmith (“ripple”)
Writer’s Island (“slipped through my fingers”)
Happy Birthday, Dear Son
“Anbetung der Hirten,” by Gerard van Honthorst
"Let's go to Bethlehem
and see this thing that has happened,
which the Lord has told us about."
Dear Son Divine of Christmas Time –
A Limericked Call to Give Our All
Between my fingers, spirit slips,
Like long-ago forgotten scripts.
Distractions: green and gold and red
Do ripple through my weary head
The truest Christmas to eclipse.
We echo carols, bon remark,
And pray to find a place to park.
Lord, focus us upon Your birth;
Your gift to recreate our worth,
Not some refurbished patriarch.
“When we were children,
we were grateful to those
who filled our stockings
at Christmas time.
Why are we not grateful
for filling our stockings with legs?”
Gilbert K. Chesterton
(1874 – 1936)