Here is the 3rd stanza of “Because of Thy Great Bounty,” from The Eternal Things, by Grace Noll Crowell. It seemed a fitting thought to counter the commercialism of the season.

Because love has been lavished so
Upon me, Lord,
A wealth I know that was not meant
For me to hoard,
I shall give love to those in need,
Shall show that love by word and deed,
Thus shall my thanks be thanks indeed.

Merry Christmas to you and yours, whether your tree be large or small, real or artificial, green or silver (do they make those anymore?).

Had you accompanied us during our trek through nine US states over the past seven weeks, you’d have been impressed with how my wife keeps things (i.e., me) together, and that with good spirits.

So, as we pick Cloudburst Poetry back up, here is a tribute to my wife, enititled, from the first line, “Had I Been Given:”

Had I been given years without end,
To search the globe from east to west;
Were Solomon’s treasures mine to spend
To find among women the purest and best;
None, though like Sheba’s queen, dressed
In finery and fashion, could compare
To my beloved — none so fair!

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