Christmas Is a Day of Giving to Others Who Have Not

I am reminded of the time I went away from a safe environment to something unknown.
It was during the time of a holiday the incident occurred.
I had left the sanctuary of a loving home for something new.
It was my plan to start a new life for myself in a place that was foreign.
Close to Christmas there was joy everywhere except where it was supposed to be which was within me.
I had become a loaner and far away from the things I knew.
Christmas is a day of giving to others who have not and I was one that had not.
The thing I received was a stale pastry and a cup of coffee.
I had to get back home so that is what I did and found total acceptance and love waiting for me when I arrived.
Never again did I wander away but stayed close to home where I should have been all along.
I was able to experience the joys of Christmas; in a brighter light than ever.
(& COPY Poeticbearlovestowrite 2015)

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