AN OLD FASHIONED CHRISTMAS
by Evelyn Norris
Sunday, December 02, 2001
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I drove down the street on Christmas Eve night
Eyes wide in amazement as I looked at the sight
Of windows so garish, of trees so green,
As commercial appeal lit up the scene.
I felt my heart stir, something was wrong...
This wasn't the Christmas we hear of in song!
Goods were displayed in tempting array,
"Come, spend your money, celebrate His day."
At a gaily trimmed window two little girls standing,
Noses to glass, eyes brightly demanding,
But next door was a bakery with goodies and such
To make your mouth water, make you long for so much.
In front a small boy clothes tattered and worn,
His small face was filthy, his hair was not shorn.
Coat hanging in rags, shoes large for small feet,
Nothing about him was handsome or neat.
Eyes old and wise, they should have been younger,
Begging for crumbs to stave off his hunger.
My heart broke in pieces, for there must be others,
A mother, a father, sisters and brothers.
I jumped from my car, took hold of his hand,
Into the bakery we went, into wonderland!
We bought cookies, candies, loaves of fresh bread,
The clerk looked at me warily and just shook her head.
For he had been there daily, she had seen him before,
But no one had dared bring him in her store!
I smiled at her sweetly, she did not understand,
This was my Lord's birthday, this His command.
Go, feed my hungry, tend them with care,
Give help when it's needed and in this way share
The riches I gave you as my child,
This one is mine, too, like me meek and mild.
I returned to my car to the warmth locked inside,
Took off down the street to finish my ride.
Away from the tinsel, the glitter and glow
Of worldly attractions, away from the show.
I turned a corner, a darkened street braving,
A few straggly lights in the wind gently waving.
Luring me onward in my search of a dream,
An old fashioned Christmas in a modern day scene.
As I passed an old house with candles for light
An overgrown yard came into my sight.
A shelter of rough boards, a crib with no door,
But I could see fresh hay spread for a floor.
A cradel of branches tied together with string,
A manger watched over by fluttering wings.
Peace flooded my soul much jaded by care,
Praise welled up inside me and kneeling right there
I discovered something I should have known from the start,
That an oldfashioned Christmas begins in the heart.