Our Hope

By Kurt W. Bubna

When your Christmas isn’t merry

And your soul more dark than white.

When the lights don’t make you festive

And you cry throughout the night.

When the memories of the years gone by

Seem like ghosts of Christmas past

And you wonder how you got here now.

Lost, weary, sad, behind some mask

Remember, there was another night.

Full of questions, doubts, and fears

In a stable made for creatures tight

Came the answer to our tears.