I call this:
Christmas morning dawns bright and clear,
The yells of siblings in my ear.
A pillow can’t block out the noise,
Of screaming girls and yelling boys.
“Come on, wake up, and come downstairs!”
Aren’t they in bed with teddy bears?
Finally I’m dragged from bed,
First my feet and then my head.
Propped on a couch with blinking eyes
Each present filled with a surprise.
Wrapping paper and bows galore,
Excitement mounts up more and more.
Thanking my parents, giving hugs,
Footballs, jewelry, toys, and mugs.
Suddenly the hubbub ceases,
And finally quiet increases.
All us kids look up at Dad,
Who smiling, opens his iPad.
“Luke chapter two,” the story starts,
How Jesus came to save our hearts.
We listen, and the story we’re told,
The story that will not grow old.
Jesus, who came to save us all,
A better gift than mug or ball.
Only ask and if you believe,
Then this great gift you will receive.
Jesus will make your heart his home,
Never will you be all alone.
Victory in Him, the battle won,
God loved us, so He sent His Son,
Who died on a cross with our sin,
Rising from the dead, so we will win.
This Christmas as you celebrate,
Don’t forget to love, not hate.
Like Jesus when he came to earth
From throne above to humble birth.
God bless you all through this next year,
Remember that God’s with us here.