A Lifetime of Christmas Poetry
My mom, Raynette Forister Eitel, passed away in September of 2022, age
85, drifting away into dementia. It was tragic to watch this woman who loved
words, who was a poet and teacher, fade away into wordlessness after a lifetime
of crafting poetry.
Mom had a tradition of writing a new Christmas poem each year and
sending it to friends and relatives. The mailing list grew each year, and
people always told us they looked forward to mom’s Christmas poems. She
published some in a couple little books. There are too many to post just once a
day during the month of December, but I’ll choose some of the best.
New Mexico Christmas
by Raynette Eitel
Let’s have a New Mexico Christmas
With ristras on the door
And chile peppers on our plate
As still we ask for more.
Let’s have a New Mexico Christmas
The yucca piled with snow
And luminarias lighting up the night
Just everywhere you go.
Let’s have a New Mexico Christmas
Piñata swinging high
The children squealing as it breaks
Beneath a bright blue sky.
Let’s have a New Mexico Christmas
Build a fire with piñon wood
Then sit and drink hot chocolate
Laced with cinnamon…so good!
Let’s have a New Mexico Christmas
Feliz Navidad to you.
And may you have Christ in your heart
In everything you do.