Children say its Christmas gifts and festive, pretty trees.
Merchants think its jackpot time, counting on spending sprees.
Churches stage cantatas and other Christmas shows.
Couples run to smooch underneath the mistletoe.
Schools have “winter festivals”, teachers live for a break.
Airlines look for revenue from family escapes.
HSN shows jewelry, toys & boots & skirts.
Food Network is stirring up cookies & desserts.
Thousands of Santa Clauses with children on their laps.
Hoards of Christmas shoppers lugging bulging sacks.
Carolers are singing out their favorite Christmas songs.
Neighbors’ lights are glowing with deer on their lawns.
Bell ringers, snowball fights, nativity scenes
Does anyone remember what Christmas really means?
Party invitations and cards flood the mail.
Phone lines are jammed with stories to tell.
Snow plows are roaring, pushing ice & snow.
And in the midst of all of this we act like we don’t know
that somewhere back in history, hundreds of years ago
a baby boy was born beneath a bright star’s glow.
His mother was a virgin, his dad a quiet man,
both of them obedient to their Father’s plan.
They rode into Bethlehem and settled in a stall
where Mary gave birth to the Lord of All.
Shepherds & angels worshiped in the cold.
Wise men brought frankincense, myrrh & gold.
Heaven rejoiced while the Sovereign Father cried.
He & Christ alone knew that Jesus came to die.
The world that He was born into was filled with sin & shame.
It was for man’s redemption that the Christ child came.
Of all that we could list for celebrating the season,
God’s love for us despite our sin is the ultimate reason.