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:

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