Jesus is the Reason for the Season.
Have a Merry, merry Christmas!

I thought about Christmas last night
And wondered how it must have been
For Joseph, for Mary, the guardians
Of the child who’d eventually save men.

I thought of the birth of my own child
How special that night has become
An hour etched always in memory--
The precious coming of my son

I counted his tiny little fingers
And wiggled each of his toes
I squeezed his plump little bottom
And kissed his small upturned nose.

I remembered I thought ‘What a gift!’
This child that had risen from me
I praised my Lord in the heavens
And knew that this had to be

Small compared to the day
When Joseph and Mary looked down
And saw the Christ-child named Jesus
Sleeping in swaddling round

A precious task that God gave them
To parent the Christ-child, the King
It must have been overwhelming
For those who witnessed that scene…

In days of present we now turn
To favor the Claus and his gifts
But to focus on him is quite costly
A price tag most would not miss

So, to those who balk at the season
The commercialism it has become
I invite you to stop and remember
The change in humanity that sprung

From this most precious of birthdays
For who knows where we’d be without
This child who grew to be Savior
And changed our planet throughout.

He bridged our chasm with the Father
Caused by our ignorance and sin
And beseeched you simply believe Him
And live to help save all men--

By exacting a Christ-like persona
For no matter what we think is right
He wants you safe from destruction
So you live abundant life.