'Twas the first night of Christmas a long time ago; The hillside was peaceful, the moon was aglow. The world couldn't know from what happened before; That men would remember this night evermore.
The sheep on the hillside their days journey over; Were dreaming sweet dreams of a field full of clover. The shepherds were watchful while guarding their flock; The earth was their pillow, the stars were their clock.
Then all of a sudden, they jumped at the sight; Of the sky all ablaze with a heavenly light. They huddled in fear, then they started to rise; As the lightening-like flash tore open the skies.
The heavens were split by the silvery ray; The dark disappeared and the night became day. And lo, at the end of the rainbow of light; Appeared then an angel to banish their fright.
The angel brought news of a birth in a manger; And bade them to hasten to welcome the stranger. For Mary had just given birth to a boy; Whose coming would bring so much comfort and joy,
A choir of angels looked down from the sky; And heavenly voices were heard from on high. Peace be on earth and good will to all men; The Savior has come on this night, Amen.
The heavenly angels then faded from sight; The sky once again turned from day to night. The shepherds all quietly rose from the ground; And hurried to go where the child would be found.
As they reached Bethlehem and the inn was in sight; From the barn came a trickle of half-hidden light. It led like a path to a soft little bed; And shone very tenderly on a child's head.
The child in the manger was sleeping so sound; His eyes were still closed, as the shepherds stood round. From that instant of grace on that night long ago; Thousands of years would be warmed by the glow.
Guided by light from a bright shining star; Came a pilgrimage led of three kings from afar. They were dressed in the finest of satins and lace; Their complexions were that of an Orient race.
The three wealthy kings were wise men and proud; But they went to the Christ child and solemnly bowed. They came bearing treasures of incense and gold; To that sweet little child, still not very old.
The star in the sky twinkled down from above; The world was awakened to kindness and love. The past was forgotten, the future was bright; And the spirit of Christmas was born on that night.
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below; With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow. The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear; For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear; But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring; For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart; But I am not so far away, We really aren't apart. So be happy for me, dear ones, You know I hold you dear. And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above. I sent you each a memory of my undying love. After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold. It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do. For I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you. So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear; Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
"Daddy", she said, her eyes full of tears, "Will you talk to me and quiet my fears? Those bad boys at school are spreading a lie; About the impossibility of reindeer that fly.
There's no Santa Claus, they say with a grin; There's not one now and there never has been. How can one man take all of those toys. To thousands and thousands of good girls and boys?
But I told them Daddy, that they were not right, That I would come home and find out tonight. Mama said wait until you would come home. Please tell me, Daddy, that I was not wrong."
Her Daddy looked at her questioning face; And puffed his pipe while his frantic mind raced. He had put this off as long as he could, He had to think fast and it better be good.
Whispering a prayer, he began with a smile, "Well climb on my lap, dear, let's talk awhile. Remember at church how we learned to pray, Asking God to take care of us each day?
And, you know how we say grace before each meal? To this same God whom we know to be real. Though we never see him, we know he is there; Watching his children with such loving care."
God started Christmas a long time ago; When he gave us his Son to love and to know. A spirit of giving came with that birth, And God's generosity filled the whole earth.
Man had to name this spirit of giving; Just as he names all things that are living." The name Santa Claus came to someone's mind; Probably the best name of any to find.
There is, you can see, and I think quite clear; Truly a Santa who visits each year. A spirit like God, whom we never see, He enters the hearts of your mother and me.
Each year at Christmas for one special night; We become him and make everything right. But the REAL spirit of Christmas is in you and in me; And I hope you are old enough now to see.
That as we believe and continue to give, Our friend Santa Claus will continue to live."
At Christmas time there was a Man who looked so out of place, As people rushed about Him at a hurried sort of pace. He stared at all the Christmas lights, the tinsel everywhere, The shopping center Santa Claus, with children gathered near. The Mall was packed with shoppers who were going to and fro, Some with smiles and some with frowns and some too tired to go. They rested on the benches or they hurried on their way, To fight the crowd for purchases to carry home that day. The music from a stereo was playing loud and clear, Of Santa Claus and snowmen and a funny-nosed reindeer. He heard the people talk about the good times on the way, Of parties, fun and food galore and gifts exchanged that day. "I'd like to know what's going on", the man was heard to say. "There seems to be some sort of celebration on the way. And would you tell me who this is all dressed in red and white? And why are the children asking him about a special night?" The answer came in disbelief, "I can't believe my ear! I can't believe you do not know that Christmas time is here. The time when Santa comes around with gifts for girls and boys. When they're asleep on Christmas Eve, he brings them lots of toys. The man you see in red and white is Santa Claus, so sly, The children love his joyful laugh and twinkle in his eye. His gift-packed sleigh is pulled along by very small reindeer, As he flies quickly through the air, while going here and there. The children learn of Santa Claus while they are still quite small, When Christmas comes he is the most important one of all." He held His head in shame, He closed a nail-pierced hand. His body shook in disbelief; He did not understand. A shadow crossed His stricken face, His voice was low but clear "After all these years they still don't know." And Jesus shed a tear. ~ Author Unknown ~
The Mall was packed with shoppers who were going to and fro, Some with smiles and some with frowns and some too tired to go. They rested on the benches or they hurried on their way, To fight the crowd for purchases to carry home that day.
The music from a stereo was playing loud and clear, Of Santa Claus and snowmen and a funny-nosed reindeer. He heard the people talk about the good times on the way, Of parties, fun and food galore and gifts exchanged that day.
"I'd like to know what's going on", the man was heard to say. "There seems to be some sort of celebration on the way. And would you tell me who this is all dressed in red and white? And why are the children asking him about a special night?"
The answer came in disbelief, "I can't believe my ear! I can't believe you do not know that Christmas time is here. The time when Santa comes around with gifts for girls and boys. When they're asleep on Christmas Eve, he brings them lots of toys.
The man you see in red and white is Santa Claus, so sly, The children love his joyful laugh and twinkle in his eye. His gift-packed sleigh is pulled along by very small reindeer, As he flies quickly through the air, while going here and there.
The children learn of Santa Claus while they are still quite small, When Christmas comes he is the most important one of all."
He held His head in shame, He closed a nail-pierced hand. His body shook in disbelief; He did not understand.
A shadow crossed His stricken face, His voice was low but clear "After all these years they still don't know." And Jesus shed a tear.
~ Author Unknown ~