Christmas time is hard,
For it has been about family,
It has been about home,
It is a hard time of the year,
For those that struggle to maintain the latter,
And have little hope for the former.

But as I stand above the auditorium,
Of the church’s Christmas special,
I am reminded that there are stories that remind me of joy,
Stories sung,
Danced,
And told,
Stories that say that joy comes in all forms.

Though the songs are not always happy,
Not all dancing is graceful,
Nor all stories have good endings,
They all share an inherent Joy,
A Joy that cannot be denied,
By any of the audience that listens and watches.

So though I cannot find a seat,
I am still filled with Joy,
Perhaps more so than those sitting.