They came out of storage, off the rack
around my neck, starting today,
thirteen, maybe fourteen ties
(or at least the ones I've found so far)
with the story of Christmas, of the change
of seasons, of the fun and joy of the
holiday, of angels singing, presents wrapped,
garland, holly and ivy, Marvin, of the Grinch, of
Tannenbaum and reindeer, of snowflakes
and wisemen on a journey of faith,
of stockings and snowmen, stocking caps,
covenantal rings, and FAO Schwartz
bringing cheer and smiles in knowing
of the same stories with the people I greet
singing along with the carols on the radio
and wondering at the lights on the houses
along our way; remembering the Babe
and His Story, that started it all, changing
a world in need of healing, as it is still
Made whole in moments of precious time
when He enters our hearts,
at least for this season
each year at Christmas