The beauty of festive moments
Is that your spirit lifts,
And, even if you don't believe in Santa
You still wake up on Christmas
To a day filled with gifts.
What better gift than the gift of love
For the incorrigible cynic
Who just might be redeemed?
I mean, it is still very much unseemly,
I'd even call it fairly tragic-
The act of falling in love.
Of course it is a disaster waiting to happen,
You never know who it will be,
And you can't help how it turns out-
You don't even control the 'when'.
But held in his arms, in this moment,
I must admit, if reluctantly,
That love can be beautiful too,
When it feels this true.
Then, love can seem almost miraculous.