MY CHRISTMAS POEM
Copyright MALT 2005
Why do men run when Christmas is here?
Busy buying gifts and making it a season of cheer.
Why do men keep on trying and spicing
Something that doesn’t really need decorating?
A memory I had when I was little,
That Christmas is a reason to laugh and to giggle;
Because it reminds us of that special morn,
When in the manger, Baby Jesus was born.
Where are the days when Christmas was so simple
That it doesn’t matter if you only get an apple?
People, oh people, when will you ever stop
This madness of gifts, trees, trimmings and cards?
Christmas, oh Christmas, a time to celebrate,
A joyous season of love and not of hate;
Our hearts will know its true meaning to us,
May it be God’s love and salvation — those that truly last.
Suggested thought for reflection: Look for the lyrics of the song “Away in a Manger”. Read it with all your heart then ask yourself, “Does Jesus have aroom in my heart if He will knock now?”.