This is a sonnet about finding peace.

To many, it’s a time to balance books
While others fall so quickly into debt
While children gaze at lights with gaping looks
Their parents buy more gifts for them and fret

This season does set expectations high
And many cannot claim the joy they sought
For even when they can afford to buy
A dark depression brings their joy to naught

If Christmas is to have a meaning real
Then we must turn our minds another way
Resentment does a bitter mind reveal
It fills us not with peace but with dismay

While Christmas isn’t something we can buy
Forgiveness brings a peace to brothers nigh


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