A Christmas Poem

‘Twas a week before Christmas and all through the land
The Church reminded us that the Savior’s birth was at hand.

The season is not about the perfection of glitter
But about a loving God who would not leave us bitter.

And so God sent us the Son wrapped up like a present
In the garb of our mortality, the human flesh of a peasant.

The cookies may not be made, the decorations may not be hung,
The cards may not be sent, the lights may not be strung.

Yet let us all make the true preparations for the coming of our Savior
And open our hearts and lives to the Lord’s loving favor.

No more precious gift has ever been received.
It is up to us to remind the world what we truly believe.

Not in jolly old elves, talking snowmen or reindeer in flight
But in God, who loves us with all of God's might.

So stop for a moment and take a deep breath,
As we await the Christ, the true conqueror of death.

Let go of the need to fulfill a secular call to perfection
And allow Jesus’s sacred will to become our motivation.

To praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
To all God’s creatures, above and below.

May the bright joy of Christmas envelope your spirit,
And shine forth in a world that really needs it!

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