Saturday, December 8, 2007

The Christmas Poem

We've finally arrived at that special season of mysterious joy and excited wonder. My children are beside themselves with the excitement of the holidays. Unfortunately, they will grow up and the excitement will slowly fade. But, for now they are having the time of their lives! I dearly enjoy this Christmas season, mostly because of having children in that house. They love to shake packages and try to see through wrapping, but it doesn't work for them; their 4400 powers haven't yet emerged. I want my family to make certain we don't get lost in the "extra" things that are happening around us. We must remember the reason for the season.

The Christmas Poem

The rocking chair squeaks
By the morning fire
The house was tense
With Christmas desire

Mom with her quilting
And I with my pen
Awaited our children
In the warmth of the den

For Christmas has come
In the house we now dwell
The home was alive
With scents and smells

Our Christmas turkey
Is roasting nearby
The counters are lined
With many new pies

Hot coco bubbles
Away on the stove
The pleasure of children
Its purpose alone

Then comes a stirring
From up above
Our children approach
To share in the love

Their eyes are alive
With cherished delight
Their feet how they danced
On the stairs of their flight

Small giggles come forth
As they rush to the den
Our family's complete
Let Christmas begin

My daughter sat near
My son in my lap
I opened my Bible
God's present unwrapped

We read the beginning
Of our Christmas joy
And of our Savior
The King born a boy

We then thank God
For the gift He gave
That forgave us our sins
And our souls did save

With our thanks complete
Having told our tales
We hand out presents
And turn to ourselves

We gave a doll house
To our little girl
And a new baby doll
Whose hair was in curls

Our son's great desire
Is to learn to fish
We gave him a pole
And granted his wish

For this family now
Joy is complete
To share Christmas memories
Is always so sweet

But the shame of a baby
Come to save all men
Gave us a gift
To live free from sin

For giving has nothing
To do with gifts

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

1 comment:

dave said...

That's really a great poem. I love the imagery you capture there, and the point to it is great.

Since we don't your kids risking that promicin shot (no 4400 abilities for them), I should teach your kids how to unwrap and rewrap their presents since that works much better than shaking. Then again, I'm probably not the best one to teach that since I got busted when I tried it as a kid.