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Published:December 8th, 2010 09:41 EST
Looking for Christmas

Looking for Christmas

By Ed Roberts

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I have been asked by many if I have a favorite poem.

There are so many that have a special meaning and so many stories behind them, I apologize but I feel there is no possible way to narrow it down to simply one.

(Probably could come closer to a favorite dozen but please do not hold me to this.)

This is a special season and unfortunately for many, one which offers many challenges.

There is one poem I wrote in December of 2001, a year that brought many of us to our knees.

I am sending out this poem once again in hope it can help us all find the true spirit of this wonderful season


Looking for Christmas

I went looking for Christmas the other day

We had just had a light snowfall the day before

Yes, it was December

And that magical date was approaching

But something just didn`t seem right

Something was missing

The ingredients were all there

Or so it seemed

But inside there wasn`t that special feeling

And I was determined to find it

No matter how long it took

Or how far I had to go


I started by putting up my tree

This always helps

Seeing it in the living room

All covered with lights and bulbs

Ice sickles dangling from its branches

It was a very beautiful sight

I did feel a moment of warmth deep inside

But no

This wasn`t it

So I decided to do just a little bit more


I went into my attic

And found the boxes that I had stored the lights in

You know the ones

Almost everyone has them

Stashed away in the attic or the basement


I strung the strands

From nail to nail

Nails that had been there for years

Just placed for this one purpose

And once more

The outside of the house looked beautiful

But still something was missing

Maybe this was something

That I was not meant to find by myself

I concluded

So I decided to find a place

Where others had found Christmas

So I got into my car

And drove down the street

To the mall


I walked from store to store

Looked at all the wonderful displays

That each store had spent so much time and effort

On putting together

And, of course, there were the people

So many people

Each trying to decide to get this or that

Not a lot of Christmas spirit here though

There was the Santa section however

Children standing in a long line

Just for the opportunity to sit in the lap

Of a man they had never met

Just to be able to whisper to him

What it was they "Really" wanted

There was a bit of magic here

For this man did really approach his job

With such a good demeanor

I stood there for some time

Just watching the looks on each child`s face

When it was finally their turn

Yes, there was a bit of Christmas here

But not exactly what I was looking for

And it was getting late

So I left


On the way home I spotted a small church

In front of this church

Someone had erected a life size nativity scene

It wasn`t much but there were several cars

Sitting in the parking lot

And it looked like there was a small choir

All bundled up against the cold

Singing from a small stage

I had to stop and see this

So I did


There was a short line of people

That formed outside the makeshift stable

So instinctively I got in line

In front of me was a small family

A mother, a father, and their daughter

Who could not have been over seven years old

Yes, we`re going shopping dear

I heard the mother tell her daughter

Just as soon as we stop here

To see the Baby Jesus


It didn`t take long

There weren`t a lot of people in line

The small family stood there for several minutes

Standing in front of the small wooden railing

That the people of the church had erected

To keep their display safe from those

Who would rather touch than look

At such a display

Each of the three seemed to take in every aspect

Of all the different characters

They all stood there holding hands

Yes, this was a beautiful sight

And the nativity scene was not that bad either

The parents had decided that it was time to leave

No one wanted to hold up the line that long

And it was quite cold outside

As they turned to leave

The daughter turned quickly and pulled her hand

Away from her mother`s

She ducked under the fence

And started towards the manger

Before her mother could say a single word

Their daughter stood in front of the manger for just an instant

Removed her coat

And tucked it gently around the figure of the baby

She then turned with a single tear in her eye

And hurried back to her parents

I didn`t want Him to be cold

Is all she said


We all stood there for quite some time

Not really knowing what would happen next

The father reached down

Took his daughter in his arms

And held her very close

I heard him almost whisper

It looks like you`ll be needing a new coat for Christmas


Here I had gone

Spent a whole day

Simply looking for the true spirit of Christmas

And somehow

Like the real magic

That is associated with this special season

And through the actions of a single child

It had found me


Merry Christmas Everyone

Ed Roberts 12/06/01