CHRISTMAS 1978 by Richard Perrotti The child is safe in his bed tonight

CHRISTMAS, 1978  by Richard Perrotti
The child is safe in his bed tonight, his sleep is restless, his dreams are grand. Up with the dawn for the rush of wonders, all smiles and laughter, and we understand.
His joy was built by the rushina feet that bought the presents, that deadlines beat; That found the sales and battled the mobs of department store bullies and parking lot slobs.
Dazzling_ colors lie under the tree, carefully wrapped with joy and great care; grow even more vibrant as they come alive in the hands of the gifted who gather them there
Charities! Causes! Don't bother me! Too busy shopping, too busy to see. Too much to do to hear what you preach, love and brotherhood's way out of my reach.
The warmth of this day lingers on into night. We notice how good this time makes us feel. Peace on Earth, good will towards man; Its presence so close, if only t'was real.
The money is made, the money is spent, so all can afford the feelings they've lent. The rush is forgotten, the pace is slowed down, The Great Excuse once more has hit town.
The message of love rings true on this day, but usually by tommorrow, it's ended its stay.
But if only one listens, if only one hears, then the world will be better by one this year.
MAY WE ALL BE ONE.