The best illusions  lead us into truth

The innocence of children’s Christmas joy
Eyes wide open with surprise and glee
The candles lit, the tree , the love, the toys

When we’re disillusioned we fall  glum
And from the artificial we will flee
No longer wanting Xmas time to come

But later we find  other ways of love
We see new virtues in the life’s own tree
Silently, as fold the wings of dove

Our spirits rise like bread  by a warm fire
We love  and work to shelter family
And  then we are each filled with  true desire

Desire does not grab hold of sparkling toys
Desire  is  maintained by its  integrity
Not fooling those who look   both weak and sore

The best illusions  lead us into truth
That there is love and grace without a proof
The innocence of children gives us pause
The candles lit, the tree , the love, the law.