Have you heard stories, so
You cannot believe them without faith, I'm told
A cold starry night when the presents were gold
What is their meaning for you?
I can't remember the first
time I knew:
What's true for me may not be for you.
So many stories; which one is true?
Which sort of meaning will do?
Somewhere it's hot and there
is no snow
But here in America fires will glow.
If we sit quietly , maybe we'll know:
All kinds of meanings are true.
I drew a picture of somewhere
I drew a small shed and a six-pointed star.
Up in the sky, the sled and the deer,
And what Santa said as he made people cheer.
Then I drew hundreds of people
All of the races I colored, and found
Some holding presents, and some holding hands.
That's Christmas meaning for me.
What is its meaning for you?
© 1986 by Lydia Adams Davis