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12/24/08
True Giving
To me, making do with precious less Makes the best sense, this holiday season. After all, not getting is what giving is all about, isn't it?
What matters is the human touch, the voice people find When blending generosity and compassion, In a chorus of loving carols that sing to the heart,
Not the emotional substitutes of overpriced gifts And decidedly not the bromidic triflings hacks write, In littering glittery Christmas cards.
This year, perhaps more of us than ever Are reconsidering the significance and purpose of our lives, Now that the American Dream is out of reach, a nightmare,
And discovering, for the first time, the tried-and-true virtues Of saving, simplicity, and spirituality, Which were set on the back shelf, to gather cobwebs, dust,
In our frenzied, insatiable rush to accumulate things, Ephemeralities to be had for a mere impulse, As we mortgaged our souls, to pay greed's monthly tithe.
Tonight, I sit amidst the glimmer of lights Shimmering on a tree my imagination has decorated, Unwrapping empty packages — the blessings of true giving.
12/24/08
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