As I sat down the other day and glanced at our Christmas tree, I was a little disappointed. It had been so beautiful. But the unthinkable happened. It crashed a week earlier. Ornaments shattered and spilled everywhere. We redecorated it, but it just isn’t quite the same. While I looked at it, I also saw the nativity on the hearth nearby. Seeing them together I was prompted to pick up my pen and write a poem. I haven’t written a poem in years, but the words flowed effortlessly from my pen. I want to share them with you. So, please enjoy the words and receive them as a Christmas gift from the One who has given the best gift of all.
“Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house,
you couldn’t find anything, not even a mouse.
The paper and packages were strewn everywhere.
Yep! Good old Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were bouncing off tables and walls,
not able to handle the suspense of it all.
With Daddy working late, wrapping presents I sat
just wishing I could take a quick half hour nap.
When down the stairway I heard such a clatter,
I jumped from my chair to see what was the matter.
Quick, down the staircase I flew like a flash!
I cried when I saw it – our poor tree had crashed!
The remnants and shards that surrounded the tree,
and the lights, and the tinsel were a poor sight to see.
Then I caught just a glimpse of that small wooden barn
filled with shepherds and wise men who came from afar.
And suddenly everything else melted away
as I gazed on the baby asleep on the hay.
Then I thought of the story described in the scene,
and I asked myself, once again, “What does this mean?”
The presents! Ornaments! The tinsel and lights!
The carols! The packages! The scrumptious delights!
From the largest of gifts to the details so small,
I stood there just trying to make sense of it all.
As icicles hung from the rooftops will drop
when the sun shines brightly and just doesn’t stop,
so it was with the blinders preventing my sight
when they fell from my heart that cold, winter night.
And then, in that moment, as I sat on the ground,
thoughts of Jesus, the Savior, in my mind did abound.
Thoughts of God’s Son, who, in heaven did reign,
and had given up everything – with nothing to gain.
He laid aside His robes for a manger filled with hay,
to live for a cross, and for my sin pay.
A carpenter adopted Him – His earthly dad,
and a teenage mother was all that He had.
His parents had known Him right from the start,
and they treasured the happenings deep in their hearts.
As He became older He started to teach,
but the rulers didn’t like the Message He preached.
He spoke very clearly. His words, they were wise.
He made the lame walk and healed blind eyes.
His heart was of love and He brought peace to men.
And I cried when I thought of this story again.
This Jesus, he came, as the Savior for all
to rescue God’s children from the curse of sin’s fall.
He gave up His life as a King – then a man –
so we could all go with Him to heav’ns bright land.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the cross,
and gave up His Spirit for the sake of the lost.
And then, after spending three days in the grave,
by the Power of God, from the dead He was raised!
The best Gift of all – the best Gift ever given
was the Gift of a Babe so men could be forgiven.
So I will exclaim till the ending of strife,
“Happy CHRISTmas to all! Here’s His gift: eternal life!”