This is a Shakespearean sonnet about finding peace.
To many, it’s a time to balance books,
While others fall so quickly into debt;
While children gaze at lights with gaping looks,
Their parents buy more gifts for them and fret.
This season does set expectations high,
And many cannot claim the joy they sought,
For even when they can afford to buy,
A dark depression brings their joy to naught.
If Christmas is to have a meaning real,
Then we must turn our minds another way;
Resentment does a bitter mind reveal,
It fills us not with peace but with dismay.
While Christmas isn’t something we can buy,
Forgiveness brings a peace to brothers nigh.
(written c. December 2018)