Christmas is a lot of things.
To many different
folks,
Yet to most it means the same,
The renewal of men's
hopes.
It is the celebration,
Of the Baby Jesus' birth,
When
men sing of His creation,
And pray for Peace on Earth.
It's when people kneel in gratitude,
To the good Lord up
above,
When they declare to Him in prayer,
Their dedication and their
love.
It's when folks forgive their fellowmen
For the wrongs they have perceived,
And when men also seek forgiveness
For their errors and
misdeeds.
Christmas is a time of magic,
For one's close friends and
family,
A time of warm togetherness.
Of reality and fantasy.
Christmas is the tree we see,
With its packages
below,
It's the smiling angel at its top,
And the sparkling lights
that glow.
It's the wreath that hangs upon the door,
It's the caroling
we hear.
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
Christmas snow,
It's the grin upon a snowman's face,
And his funny
carrot nose.
Christmas is when people laugh,
It is also when they
cry,
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
December
2004 ~ 2005 ~ 2006
