“Mama?” Shalom walks beside me, holding my hand.
“Will tomorrow be Christmas too?”
I know that feeling.
Not wanting any of this wonder to wander away — or me from it.
“Well, I’m thinking… ”
I stop, look out across the fields and the white and the stars.
“I’m thinking that it’s Christmas now forever.”
Her laughter rings all around us.
“Yes, Mama, yes!”
She spins around in snow,
in the halo of the barn light,
us all under stars.
“It is Christmas forever now — because Christ is always with us.”