Christmas is a lot of things.
To many different
Yet to most it means the same,
The renewal of men's
It is the celebration,
Of the Baby Jesus' birth,
men sing of His creation,
And pray for Peace on Earth.
It's when people kneel in gratitude,
To the good Lord up
When they declare to Him in prayer,
Their dedication and their
It's when folks forgive their fellowmen
For the wrongs they have perceived,
And when men also seek forgiveness
For their errors and
Christmas is a time of magic,
For one's close friends and
A time of warm togetherness.
Of reality and fantasy.
Christmas is the tree we see,
With its packages
It's the smiling angel at its top,
And the sparkling lights
It's the wreath that hangs upon the door,
It's the caroling
It's the fun-filled thoughts of Santa Claus,
And the visions
of his deer.
It's the cold night air of Christmas Eve,
It's the promised
It's the grin upon a snowman's face,
And his funny
Christmas is when people laugh,
It is also when they
And so fine the line that's in between ,
It can't be seen by the human eye.
Christmas is the past and present,
Brought together for awhile,
Something old and something new,
A blend of tears and smiles.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
2004 ~ 2005 ~ 2006