The Spirit of Christmas

NOTE: this poem is copyright to Karen Johnson, 1997
Please do not reproduce it for commercial purposes,
or without giving me credit for my work.
PERSON 1:
In the meadow,
Shepherds keep
Watch o’er sleepy flocks of sheep.
While in the night sky,
Angels sing
Alleluia to the King.
And ‘cross the desert,
Wise men come
Bearing presents for the Son.

Person 2:
Why the trouble?
Interrupting    Why the fuss?
What’s it mean to all of us?
Give me presents,
And turkey, yes!
But why should I bother with all the rest?
Why do we
Still have to know
About what happened long ago?

PERSON 1
Come with me
Through darkness deep.
To the stable, softly creep.
In the manger, gently peep.
Now tell me what you see.

Person 2
I see a Father
Wreathed in smiles,
I see a Mother
Content but tired,
Cradling their new-born child,
Jesus Christ, God’s son.

Both
In their eyes, we see the sharing.
In their smiles, we feel the caring.
In their hearts, we sense God’s Glory.
Through their lives, the Christmas Story.
 

May God bless you and yours this Christmas...