U.: 'a Christmas Eve' Comments

the description of a shock for a small child. Psychology and Christmas))

Fabrizio, as best I can remember, this is my first time reading this. What comes immediately to mind is Christmas eve late morning two days ago. A bunch of us made the drive to a friend’s house at the foothills of town to sing hymns to him and his wife. After a long struggle with cancer, he’s in hospice care now, his body shedding weight in a kind of preview to him leaving it. It was his choice to stop fighting, to let go. -Glen

an unusual poem about Christmas but a deep and beautiful poem. and the meanings go well beyond the story revealed

When my mother died at a young age, I tried to tell myself that I didn't believe in God anymore, but so many things have happened since then that I now know that He really does exist. Peace be unto you, my friend.

It's really a nice poem depicting the image of God in a naive mind. We may meet the similar occasions in life when we begin to doubt about the plan God made for us. The only way that we can possibly adopt is to minimize the pain and live with it by the instinct of enjoyment. Thanks for sharing, dear friend

Youtole me this story once, you know how a young boy thinking like this so innocent, it just make me feel good Good because of so much pure and hope about what life should be But every white has come with black shades...so this greeny time of our days I am glad you make it in a poem so, this experience is personaly shared by you to the world from the eyes of a child...

Indeed no old person should have to die on Christmas Day. You state honestly why you lost hope in God because of the man's death. Very different from the usual Christmas poems.

I remember having similar feelings about death as a child- thinking that surely bad things can't happen on 'good' days...but that belief shatters at some point or another. My father told me that when you die, you no longer exist and you mix with the earth, become one with the earth again. I struggled with that explanation for years. Christmas for us was not a religious holiday, but a day to celebrate time with family. Your poem sheds some light on how beliefs unfold from a basic (not really, i'm sure!) child's philosophies to that of a man. You've challenged me on multiple occasions with your writing and my unrelenting desire to be a Pollyana...perhaps a mix of both? I hope i'm making a bit of sense as i'm writing extemporaneously. All the best to you dear friend.

Its okay just have a great time :)

Die is not mean die, confused? die on earth is just a stage to get birth into another world...maybe it sounds tragic when people refer to die, but when my grandma passed away, what i always believe she is somewhere far in better place...she completed transition, born in new spaces there..well i cant change opinion but i hope you have to grow some hope again..some seed is growing some are not, but for hope it is a seed that determined by ourselves.. by the way the poem is dark and beautiful, i loved it

Christmas has become too big for its own good. And your poem shows the consequenceas of such gigantism. When the lavish promises, such as PEACE ON EARTH, GOOD WILL TO MEN, are not realized and even contradicted, the whole collapses for senstivie souls, or just peiople who see clearly the contingencies of lives - joy, sadness, suffering, death, et alia - are arbitrary and nothing is privileged with immunity from what happens according to no known providence. But even in our most Nietszean mood of self sufficiency, we recognize the need to celebrate against the surrounding darknesss and share joy in a spirit of community. As Keats put it in his last ode, To Autumn, we celebrate a feast of harvest together just before the darkness descends over us.

A very heart touching poem. A child's world is a world of innocence. Nothing bad happens there. But it is a world of learning and understanding that grows with in a child with each happening till he is shaped in a man to know that life is much more than a childhood fantasy. Even the faith returns albeit in different shape and form.

Sometimes it is very difficult to understand what game God plays with the destiny of us. But we always believe Him to be gracious and kind. And go on hoping for the best. You believed that no one could die in a Christmas night and your world of hope crashed with the death of the old man. But God has always a better plan for us, for that matter for the old man too. Very nice spill from an innocent heart.

A child's heart is innocent. With a heart full of belief he was praying that no body should die on the Christmas and when the old man died it shook his belief in God.As we grow our experience as well as teachings and learning shape our belief system.A wonderful poem on Christmas seen from the perspective of a child.

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Singing together Christmas songs bring unity and integrity. Like a mantra repeating same words of joy enlightens us. A very interesting poem this is. Wishing you very happy and prosperous Merry Christmas.10

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MERRY CHRISTMAS, everybody..