A 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 did carry.

               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 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.

A prophecy the ancient saints

had once foretold.

With awe and love in her heart

Mary wrapped Him in swaddling cloths,

And placed Him gently

in the cattle’s troth.

Angels 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 new King,

for God has sent us a Savior”

                                             they 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 kindness 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,

But 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.

                                             By Linda Vittitow