Christmas Eve
"Christmas Eve" by Chester Firkins distills an entire year — and a lifetime — into a single sacred night. The speaker moves through seasons as living emblems: April's youth, May's blossoms, autumn's harvest warmth, and winter's laughter around a laden table. Then, carried like the Wise Men by a guiding star, the heart travels back through time to the manger at Bethlehem, where the Babe lies watched by silent cattle. The poem builds toward a quiet crescendo of hope and joy that makes Christmas Eve feel like the pinnacle of all human experience.
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