When all is almost Too Lovely:
It begins with pizza and gifts and
the peaceful loving being with these long friends.
(All is DELICIOUS; all is Well.)
Calvary Carol Sing, for which I get to play.
Prayer Team lunch and love at the old Tavern.
(When you get in the trenches together and
pray with all the weary from week to week,
you also learn to laugh; so, laugh hard, we did.)
Icy Mountain.
Christmas Cottage,
and a night of soup and carols with your dearest,
until your heart might burst.
Concerts for which you get to play.
Remnants of revelry on hand, for when the Warrior Friends drop in.
Rudolph.
Rest.
Sweet morning visits,
and the friend who knows you, helping you make the plans.
Strength for today,
bright hope for tomorrow.
And sweet Christmas minutes with the ones you call your own.
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