Hey Everyone!
Well the Village is up and the tree goes up this weekend. The stockings are hung and the stocking stuffers have been bought. Still much to do but I think this year I'll spend more time stopping and thinking of the greatest gift ever given to me at Christmas. Here is a poem I wrote explaining my thoughts.
Well the Village is up and the tree goes up this weekend. The stockings are hung and the stocking stuffers have been bought. Still much to do but I think this year I'll spend more time stopping and thinking of the greatest gift ever given to me at Christmas. Here is a poem I wrote explaining my thoughts.
Twas Christmas Time
Written by Debbie deJong
Twas Christmas in a tiny little house
The small family was scurrying all about
Baking Christmas cookies and decorating the tree
Hanging Christmas lights as far as the eye could see
Mom and Dad and kiddies too
All working together, the time just flew
When the littlest kid no more than four
Pulled out a box and asked "Mom what's this for?"
Mom smiled and said, "That's the nativity set"
Staring at the scene Mom and child's eyes met
"Mom" said the child full of wonder
"Who is the baby?" the little child pondered
"Jesus is the baby's name" Mom smiled with love
"He came down to earth from his father above"
The child smiled with such glee
"Mom, can I put up the Nativity scene?"
Very carefully the child began
To place each piece, first the woman, then the man
Then reaching for the baby and placing him in the manger
The child began to stare at this beautiful stranger
Then Mom and Dad and the kiddies too
Stopped their scurrying because they knew
The true meaning of Christmas isn't in the lights on the tree
The small family was scurrying all about
Baking Christmas cookies and decorating the tree
Hanging Christmas lights as far as the eye could see
Mom and Dad and kiddies too
All working together, the time just flew
When the littlest kid no more than four
Pulled out a box and asked "Mom what's this for?"
Mom smiled and said, "That's the nativity set"
Staring at the scene Mom and child's eyes met
"Mom" said the child full of wonder
"Who is the baby?" the little child pondered
"Jesus is the baby's name" Mom smiled with love
"He came down to earth from his father above"
The child smiled with such glee
"Mom, can I put up the Nativity scene?"
Very carefully the child began
To place each piece, first the woman, then the man
Then reaching for the baby and placing him in the manger
The child began to stare at this beautiful stranger
Then Mom and Dad and the kiddies too
Stopped their scurrying because they knew
The true meaning of Christmas isn't in the lights on the tree
It's in the baby born for you and me.
So now as we celebrate this Christmas time
Let us stop and remember that first Christmas night
God came to earth in the form of a baby boy
To bring peace to the earth and fill it with joy
Thank you God for sending your Son
Andwhen Christmas is all said and done
Help us to remember every day from now on
That your are the true meaning of Christmas for everyone
So now as we celebrate this Christmas time
Let us stop and remember that first Christmas night
God came to earth in the form of a baby boy
To bring peace to the earth and fill it with joy
Thank you God for sending your Son
Andwhen Christmas is all said and done
Help us to remember every day from now on
That your are the true meaning of Christmas for everyone
3 comments:
I love the poem. spelling however lol.
love you
bri
Spelling fixed my dear Brianna :)
Debbie, that poem is just beautiful. You should send it in to Tidings magazine sometime and maybe they'll print it in one of their December issues. (from Connie)
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