"The time of Christ’s birth is coming near.
Trees that are but leafless skeletons stretch to the sky, praising their Creator.
Barren fields bow their heads in awe of the Savior.
Rivers cease their motion, attentive to the coming of the Messiah.
The time of our Savior’s birth is coming near.
Stores are strewn with tinsel and holiday sales
blare music that is far from holy.
Clerks yell, “Happy Holidays!”
over angry customers who are fighting over the last of some toy
their child doesn’t need.
Family members shoot judgmental glances across the table,
and spew sarcastic hearsay around the tree.
In all of the chaos remember this Christmas--
a Savior was born, which is Christ the Lord.
In your travels and your giving of gifts;
during Christmas dinner and family fellowship--
remember that Christ is the reason we celebrate.
His birth, His death and His resurrection
are the reason that we are free."
LifestyleNov 28, 2016
A Christmas Poem
Thanksgiving is over, let the season of self-absorption begin.
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