A Christmas chant, merry mantra, something to dispel gloaming and gloom. The words, perhaps, are “I believe,” to vanquish thoughts of disbelief, to full-fathom-five it, so faith surviveth. Loved ones may be far away. Maybe nothing gold can stay. Even if it’s Christmas Day. Alone. A koan: But a bright star shone. I believe that Christmas shines in spite of gloam and gloom. I believe its boundless spirit crowds the biggest room. Shed a tear. Savior’s here. Kings rode far. Compass star.
Here’s a song for bleak midwinter, when frosty wind makes moan, when cherubs and sweet seraphim sing the Christmas koan: