Random Acts Of Christmas Poem by Patti Masterman

Maybe Christmas hides out during the other sundry weeks of the year-
Could it be that, it cat-naps inside the walls, and hangs, bat-like,
From the attic rafters, waiting while it collects itself
To leap, a la flea-style, onto your winters clothing,
As you’re going in and out, in and out, never slowing down.
Perhaps it stealth-flies inside electrical impulses,
Pinging from one brain to another all year long,
But never revealing it’s true identity.
Wrapping itself around kind deeds and loving thoughts,
Trying to prolong the feelings and impulses when they arise.
For all we know, random acts of kindness are really just
Encoded Christmas telegrams as one soul speaks to another in secret-
And they never fade completely away as long as we continue
Showing concern for our brothers and sisters.
It is ever-present in the children, ready to break out
At any moment, since they are too young to immerse themselves
In endless working, to the exclusion of everything else.
And they wear their hearts on their sleeves, as they haven’t yet
Learned to hide their thoughts and feelings, like artful adults can.
In fact, if you need to get your Christmas flame re-lit, just go
Look into the eyes of any child for a short time,
And then you will feel it living again there inside of you.