Was Xmas always like this?
Is it ok to for you? I mean, all of it from the joy to the chaos?
I have a wish that everyone can enjoy the day.
The trouble is it doesn't happen.
One thing I know, Xmas didn't start in the Dark Ages;
Not with Adam& Eve; nor when the Vikings were sailing into unknown territory;
Not even when the Romans were slaughtering anyone who wasn't them.
It started much later on,
When, if we are inclined to believe it, a Prophet was born in a manger.
If every birth seems to be a miracle, do we call this one an Ultimate Miracle?
I wonder what it is , the depressing and sad side of Xmas?
Is it about the Ultimate Miracle which we know will always be beyond us?
Is it about not being able to share a quite and happy cup of tea
with every human being, early on Xmas mornings?
What is Xmas?
What if everything depended on a Queen Bee,
Or the knowing of the bees not to fly in aircraft space?
What if it is all about ancient mysteries ,
or that some tiny thing just might survive climate change?
Maybe it is about life's discords, or a shared consciousness?
Does anyone know how paradigm shifts happen?
(That might help us with any Xmas Stumbling blocks!)
What if I am you, or you were once an airflight controller,
What if we were all once a Queen bee , or maybe the evolving thought of one?
Or part of the sunlight that once germinated the plum tree?
The same one we sit under when I visit you on weekends.
(Or was it the crab tree I saw a long time ago in the ancient city?)
Did I know my consciousness before I evolved into it?
Will I ever know enough to regard you the way you deeply long for?
Did you feel my soulful regard for you before we were born?
Was I ever the wrapping paper on your great grandmothers Xmas present?
Can I imbue enough kindness into the cooking so that those that eat the Xmas lunch can feel better?
Will my ancestors be imprisoned , and tortured before they have children?
Will you, my unknown future friend , suffer violence this Xmas day?
Can a river change midstream, because it wants to prevent drowning in the next December floods?
If Jesus is mortal , and also a Miracle beyond us, can he also be part of Mungo Man?
Can Jesus and Mungo Man and I all be part your plum tree -
the same one we sit under on weekends.
Is life a possibility or a slim chance or a miracle?
Is it just a muchness. A funny muchness of suchness!
What is Xmas?
It is hard to know if the day, if we added up the good and not good on our calculators ,
would come up with good on top.
Life could be a muchness . Not too hard really!
You could have an quite cup tea early on Xmas morning.
Sitting under the plum tree . The December floods diverted.
Mungo man and all the rest of us from time immemorial will be there too.
Where we always are. In every leaf , in all the worries , in the bees and sunlight.
And at Xmas in the plum pudding too!
In all of it . In all of time.
We are there drinking a quite cup of tea with you.
Maybe Jesus can be there too. I can never be sure about him!
It sounds really good, don't you think?