THE CHRISTMAS CAME AND SAT AT MY TABLE

A Reflection

by Al Konda

Some moments in December arrive so quietly that you almost miss them.

No rush, no ceremony, no dramatic sign —

just a small shift in the room,

a softening of the air,

a light that seems to lean a little closer.

That is where today’s poem begins.

I was imagining a child sitting alone at a table,

a single candle lit,

the house wrapped in the kind of evening hush

that December knows better than any month.

And then something beautiful happens:

Christmas doesn’t appear as an event.

It doesn’t blaze through the door.

It doesn’t speak or shine or announce itself.

It simply comes

and sits beside him.

Quietly.

Gently.

As though it has known him for years.

There’s something deeply comforting in the idea

that the sacred doesn’t always need to be earned.

That wonder doesn’t have to be summoned.

That sometimes the things we need most

find us without asking.

The candle flickers like a friend.

The room listens.

And the child understands something

that adults often forget:

Some gifts arrive unwrapped.

Some presence arrives uninvited.

Some kinds of Christmas don’t need carols or crowds —

just a heart willing to be still long enough

to notice when the warmth chooses to sit down.

I hope this poem brings you a moment of that same stillness.

A moment where the noise thins,

the light softens,

and something gentle comes close enough

to sit at your table too.

Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 26th: https://alkonda.com/2025/12/26/the-poem-of-the-day-75/

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