“Running on Coffee and Christmas Spirit: Finding Grace in the Holiday Hustle”

 

I wake at dawn, the list is long,
The carols play their cheerful song.
But under lights and festive cheer,
I’m running on fumes this time of year.

Coffee cold in my weary hand,
Plans unravel like ribbon strands.
Low-carb chocolate, my midnight snack,
Sleep? I lost it—won’t come back.

The kitchen hums with baking bliss,
While wrapping paper hides the mess.
Kids are laughing, cookies fly,
I smile, but inside—I sigh.

Volunteering, shopping, gifts to find,
Peace on earth? I’ve lost my mind.
Yet through the chaos, deep and wide,
I feel a purpose tucked inside.

Not for the likes, not for the show,
But because His heart said, “Go.”
So I press on through tangled days,
Fueled by grace in countless ways.

December’s rush may drain my soul,
But love and laughter make me whole.
For in the madness, truth is clear:
Christmas lives when hearts draw near.

Boxes stacked like tiny towers,
Deadlines loom in silent hours.
Emails ping while snowflakes fall,
I’m juggling life and decked-out halls.

The budget groans, the credit sighs,
I whisper prayers beneath the skies.
Not for more stuff, not for the spree,
But the strength to love authentically.

So when the night feels cold and long,
I hum a quiet, hopeful song.
For Christmas isn’t bought or sold—
It’s grace and mercy, pure as gold.