This is the day the child Jesus was born,Īnd all of the work in the name of the season, Surely this is not what the season is all about?Īnd then you remember, at church one Sunday morn, No time for watching it snow in the crisp pale moonlight. No time for wine glasses with your spouse in the night, So much time on Christmas, almost no time for life. Thursday is for shopping, which somehow takes all day įriday is for cheering at your kid’s Christmas play.īy Sunday, you are too tired to get out of bed,īut you do, because you have to fix the light-up deer’s head. Try not to think about that party – is that Saturday night? On Tuesday you shovel, on Wednesday hang lights, You put on Frosty the Snowman to please your young child. You rush to the office, to look for those files It serves as a reminder of how the superficial glitter of Christmas contributes to the spirit of the season. This poem captures an often busy, hectic season, and reflects on why we do all this work around Christmas.
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Zip away your X-ray glasses, and go to church, and thank the Lord in your bedtime prayers. You might not understand that until you are older. X-ray glasses are no match for the gift of eternal life, but We go to church to celebrate this gift, God’s gift to us of a Son. Very special present of the season neither sparkles nor glitters. Unlike their presents under the tree, the
To the children who do not know and the adults who need to be reminded, Still, like every year, someone will explain, Really just begging to return home to presents and play.
Others think drily of marching to church in the morning, Nutcrackers or reindeer or a million other festive things. Little ones barely pretend to sleep in warm and waiting beds. “Jingle Bell Rock” plays on too many radios. Icicles crystallize outside some windows, while Homemade ornaments sit awkwardly amongst the fancy souvenirs Glitter temptingly underneath a twinkling tree. It might be useful for anyone with kids to help introduce them to the true essence of what Christmas is all about.ĭestress from long days of shopping and wrapping.Įlectronics and bikes and all manner of toys,
This abecedarian Christmas poem paints vivid imagery of children’s excitement on the night of Christmas Eve and into Christmas morning. To the God who gave us the trees and the snowĪnd the stars that make it sparkle like a child’s laughĪs it drifts up outside my window on a cold Christmas EveĪnd makes me lower my head in grateful prayer Who did not think the first snow would come so soon,Ĭreate a second snowfall with its weight upon the limbĪnd sing for me a Christmas carol about God Like twinkling presents in a memory of a child’s Christmas morning Watch it skitter and blow into drifts, accumulate under the trees Watch it accumulate on barefaced branches Like people around a warm fire, conversational and close It can be used by someone who is contemplating God in nature’s many beautiful ways, this Christmas season. This lovely free-verse is one of the best poems which uses natural imagery to reflect on the speaker’s gratitude for the world God has made.
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