Thursday, December 19, 2013

A Christmas Poem

This is a re-post of my original Christmas poem.

It’s the Christmas season
and we all know what that means.
Shopping, pageants and parties
with stress in between.

It’s the time of the year,
when we think more about our fellow man.
We show our love by giving gifts
to the less fortunate when we can. 

But, why be so nice
just at this time of the year?
Could it be the first Christmas
that we remember so dear?

When a long time ago a man Joseph
and his wife Mary,
Traveled a long way on a donkey,
the unborn Christ child she carried.

Back to the city from where Joseph
had once belonged,
To be counted for the census
they journeyed, the two of them alone.

When they arrived in Bethlehem
the city was filled within,
With fisherman, tailors and merchants
                        and all their next of kin.      

            Mary was tired and weary
                        with her time drawing near,
            To give birth
                        to a Heavenly Child so dear. 

No room in the inn
            and no warm bed,
They found shelter with dry hay
            in a barn instead. 

That night the long awaited babe was born,
            a gift greater than gold.
Fulfilling a prophecy the ancient saints
            had long ago foretold. 

With awe and love in her heart
            Mary wrapped Him in swaddling cloths,
And placed Him gently
            in the cattle’s troth. 

Angels worshipped and sang and
            there shone a great heavenly light,
out in the fields as the shepherds
            watched their flocks by night. 

“Go to Bethlehem
            and worship the newborn King,
for God has sent us a Savior”
                        the angels did sing.           

            What a joy and fulfillment
                        that first Christmas to tell.
            What great love God gave us
                        in Christ Jesus, our Emmanuel.           

            Why can’t we show love toward others
                        the rest of the year,
            And not just at Christmas time
                       should we care?           

            So don’t let your heart be a busy inn
                        and no room for thee.
            May it a cradle for the Living Christ
                        and His nativity.           

            Be thankful to God
                        in all He has done,
            Loving one another, for in His
                        power we have won.          

            With all our hearts and souls
                        we must ask Him to be our own
            and He will always comfort us.
                        We will never be alone.           

            To those who choose to follow Him
                        He will take away all our sin.
            Praise to God and may peace on earth
                        bring good will year long to all men.
                                    --- Linda Vittitow

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