The Meaning? of Christmas
A tiny babe in a
bed of hay
Born upon that wondrous
day;
Come to save us all
from sin,
Born to give us life
again.
The babe grew up,
became a man,
Preached his love
throughout the land.
He traveled far,
he traveled wide,
Yet some his thoughts
could not abide.
So they hung him
on the cross
And all the world
felt a great loss.
The tiny child who
came in love
Had been returned
to God above.
Now we celebrate
his birth,
On Christmas Day
o’er all the earth,
By giving gifts to
those we know
As to the babe so
long ago.
We send our yearly
cards to friends
And groan that stamps
went up again.
We stand in line,
we push and shove,
All in the name of
peace and love.
And when the blessed
day’s gone by,
With weary souls
we breathe a sigh.
We pack our trees
and balls and lights--
Put all the symbols
out of sight.
And when our homes
and hearths are bare,
We finally bow our
heads in prayer.
Thank God we’ve got
twelve months to pay
The bills before
next Christmas Day!
©Linda E. Newman
GramLin99@aol.com
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