In winters hush, a silent hymn,
The world lays bare, its light grown dim.
The trees undressed, the earth exposed,
In natures nudity, beauty is disclosed.

Christmas comes, a season of cheer,
A time for warmth as cold draws near.
But beneath the layers, the scarves, the thread,
Theres a truth unspoken, a path unsaid.

For what is Christmas if not the art
Of stripping down to the human heart?
No masks, no pretense, just love laid plain,
In giving, in sharing, we break the chain.

And so I stand, as the earth does too,
In the spirit of Christmas, in my truest hue.
No fabric, no armor, just skin and soul,
A celebration of life, complete and whole.

For the greatest gift we ever could give
Is to love ourselves as we were meant to live.

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