Often I think of Christmas’s past.
Delightful memories that last and last!
We didn’t have money for store bought presents.
Folks created hand made items with love and elegance.
Together families would trim their live Christmas tree
while sipping hot chocolate & singing carols in cheerful harmony.
We’d play games around the fireplace and dream & sigh,
spying dancing snow flakes from the corner of our eye.
Delighting in the smell of Christmas cookies baking;
Mom made sure there was plenty for the taking.
Christmas eve we’d attend church by candle light,
and, we were thrilled to stay up on that magical night.
Dad would read to us from the Bible, our favorite book,
after he’d gently pick it up from its treasured nook.
The words made us feel loved and Dad’s eyes glowed
as the story of the Christ child before our hearts would unfold.
We knew then the true meaning of Christmas with much conviction,
which meant our God of love came to earth as a child to offer us redemption.
Christmas’s have come and gone; yet, I still see hearts changed from hate to love
in men and woman who have accepted this powerful gift of salvation from God above.