You are My Christmas

My Dear Mary Ann,
Our love story is like the story of Christmas.
It renews itself every year.
The robin that lives under our red roof
lends his wings to the Baby Jesus
who is born every Christmas in a manger
under our tree, in our house, wherever our home may be
because we carry our home in our hearts and in our love,
and love has no physical abode,
for it is a state of ecstasy that dwells
with the Absolute and the Holy.
 
We are the poet and the lover.
We are rich with each other, with our love, and with our friends.
With you, I experience Paradise every day,
for he who does not know Paradise on this earth
will not know it in the hereafter.
 
You are my Christmas and my New Year
 in all the joy, wonder, and mystery
 that they bring.
 
Your smile, your laugh, and your child-like essence
is the personification of all the greatness
of the Holiday Season.
 
Because I have you, I am blessed.
I am rich and prosperous with God's blessings,
and the music of the universe
overflows in my heart.
 
You are my angel, my provisions,
my sustenance, my joy, my peace and comfort,
and my strength.
 
Your wish to journey with me
has made my life worth living.
Forty years later, my promise endures.
And you remain
the wind that fills my sails.

May God bless you
and bless our togetherness,
now, and forever and ever.  Amen. 
 
George
     December 25, 2018