In my Christmas Eve sermon, I noted that sometimes the best gift isn’t the most expensive present but the least expected one. I experienced that in Williamsburg, Virginia, during the first Christmas that my wife and I were married. She had remembered an offhand comment from me about a fascination with astronomy. The least expensive present for me under the Christmas tree that year was a book called NightWatch: A Practical Guide to Viewing the Universe. I loved it and felt like a kid again outside, under the celestial canopy. The photo shows a later edition because the original gift was used so much that it started to fall apart.
So let’s write haiku about gifts from Christmas past, Christmas present, or Christmas future. Just create one verse with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second, and five syllables in the third line. Here’s mine:
Her gift brought to mind
“the Love that moves the sun and
the other stars.” Wow.