Christmas Island Memory
by Michael Doyle

Even Christmas Island has its rules
Though they're not type you learn in schools
But the types that build useful tools
The type needed by wise men, common folk, and fools

One of these is to drop the guessing
Accepting each moment as its own blessing
Knowing that life is filled with lessons to learn
And recognizing each lesson at every turn

Life isn't about changing our days
But settling into life's patient ways
Finding that push and pull have their ends
That's where each of the other truly begins

Every day has its own special way
To turn life to what we need to say
Mot of all it is to find time enough to play
This brings the crush of joy to each day

Joy it seems is what we all need to know
So that smaller hearts know how to sufficiently grow
We steal our kisses by moonlight and mistletoe
Until the smiles on our faces brighten and glow

If we want our time to turn out best
Christmas Island will treat you as its guest
Put your mistrust to its suspicious rest
And trust God and Santa to pass this test

Perpetual motion puts life on a tread mill
It's the quiet moments that allow us to be still
The rumor is we have to make life right
If only we keep the Christmas miracles in our sight

A good Christmas is shaped by our hearts
It is the smiles that find their part
To spread the joy as we sing
Christmas finds its way through the three kings

Happiness isn't so hard for us to understand
As wishes come true and we find life kind
There it is for all of us to see
As we live our Christmas Island memory

(c) December 26, 2024   Michael Doyle
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