Christmas Peace
By Janet Cloutier 
It’s Christmas time again.
Just as in years past.
Candy, cookies and cinnamon rolls are made.
Lights are on the tree,
decorations all around.
Presents are bought,
and Christmas music is playing.

Only something is missing.
No new baby to hold,
Or sing soft carols to.
No “Baby’s First Christmas”
ornaments, bibs or sleepers.
Dreams miscarried months ago.
Now, an aching, empty place in my heart.

Sill, there is a baby’s birth to celebrate.
God’s son, born long ago.
He shares my pain,
and understands my tears.
Through Him,
I can find a sense of peace and hope
this Christmas season.