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Christmas Poems
A LETTER FROM SANTA
In Christmas Eve’s mystical tunes of
the night
In a jingle of bells on a moon glowing flight
A sleigh full of dreams swept through star-studded space
Into slumbering eyes at a lullaby pace
Little ears heard the sound of a long
ago rhyme
A story that traveled the magic of time
And painted sweet sugar plums all the way round
A soft fluffy pillow and blanket of down
Dream on, little child, your world is
complete
A guardian angel stands watch at your feet
A letter from Santa clutched tight in your hand
With a message as ancient as hour-glass sand:
Dear child,
Don’t ever allow Christmas night
To be lost in the mist of a fantasy flight
The story of Christ is the one that is true
And will always exist in the spirit of you
Be aware in your trundle, all
cradled and warm
A magnificent Child's about to be born
Prepared your sweet heart for the Love that will pour
From a heavenly child through a childhood door
In Christmas Eve’s mystical tunes of
the night
The soft voice of Jesus on moonbeams of light
Whispered into the ear of a child, “I
love you.”
A small slumbering boy softly whispered,
“Me too”
FROM A STABLE
She, who sought a resting place, upon
the brink of birth
Was offered just a corner in the hollows of the earth
What lowly bed! – A cattle stall! –
In dank of beast and hay
The earthy scent of hide and hoof, the bellowing and bray
No comfort was afforded ‘neath a roof
that housed the wild
Yet in these shadows God bestowed the most exalted Child
His garment was a simple cloth, His
room, a cattle stall
His cry for life was heard by beasts who knew no god at all
Yet He would rise from lowly hay to
heights no man has known
And sit upon the hallowed seat of God’s most lofty throne
No king nor prince nor man of wealth
born under sheets of silk
No infant wrapped in threads of gold and weaned on royal milk
Could reach this holy pinnacle - the
realm of the divine
A pure and righteous spirit ever wondrous and sublime
This is the time to celebrate the glory
of His name
This is the season to recall the place from which He came
This is the hour of peace of soul,
atonement and accord
This is the day to celebrate the coming of the Lord
This is the time to contemplate the
consequence and worth
Of every word and every deed we render on this earth
THE CHRISTMAS EVE THEY TOOK JESUS AWAY
The skill of a carpenter, artisan’s
hand
Fashioned a manger he wanted to stand
In a place in the village where it could be seen
On a hill overlooking a New England green
He was old and quite frail, but he
carved out of wood
A beautiful manger that soon would be stood
In a schoolyard on a hillside overlooking the town
And some folks went along to help place it around
Each figure was grand, with a hand
painted face
Depicting an earth rendered heavenly grace
The figure of Jesus in bed of sweet hay
Lay sleeping in peace til they took him away
The crèche stood for days and the
people were thrilled
At the beautiful manger high up on the hill
By day in the sunlight the figures were clear
And at night in his lights he would make them appear
Then a townsperson claimed that it had
to come down
No signs of religion on public school ground
A Nativity scene’s not appropriate today
You will have to dismantle and take it away
A few went to help him, but up on the
hill
The winds brought in signs of the first winter chill
In a blustery, icy and wind-driven hail
Too hard for an old man, so aged and pail
But he ordered the others to go on back
home
And he lifted the Christ Child with strength of his own
He laid it on blankets and knelt down to pray
By the figure of Christ he was taking away
His spirit was shattered and in his
dismay
The figures of Mary and Joseph would stay
For the storm had grown wicked and of the display
The best he could do was take Jesus away
In tears he stepped off of the public
school ground
And went down to the square in the middle of town
Where the people had gathered to gaze at a star
And the beautiful crèche on the hillside afar
A star beamed from heaven a beautiful
light
That shown on the manger and lit up the night
A miracle happened right there in the skies
And the artist looked upward with faith in his eyes
The people remarked to the old man that
night
That the laws made in heaven were laws that were right
So they told him to take the sweet baby and place
Him back into the manger in His holy space
But the figure was gone, and no one
could conceive
Of what happened to Jesus on that Christmas Eve
He was here in my wagon in just such a way
Now somebody’s taken my Jesus away!
Dear God, what’s become of this poor
human race
We no longer rejoice in the light of God’s grace
We are tarnished of spirit and soiled of heart
To remove such a blessing from a carpenter’s cart
Look up on the hillside! Another had
gone
To return baby Jesus to where he belonged!
It’s the one who complained, who now places the child
In a manger his voice once decried and defiled
In pure adoration he fingered the face
Of the hand-whittled Christ Child with hand-painted grace
And that Christmas was one he would always extol
For he knew that no laws could encompass the soul
Oh, glory to God! And peace be to man!
May the spirit of Christmas descend on this land
Oh, blessed be the artisan! Blessed be his skill!
And the one who placed Jesus back up on the hill!
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