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Christmas presents on
the floor,
Laying 'neath the
Christmas tree.
Tied with colored,
silken ribbons,
And wrapped so
prettily.
Each day before the
holiday,
More gifts scattered
'round.
Christmas Eve, more
gifts again
As Santa's
sleigh flies through the town.
Excitement rampant in
the house,
Secrets whispered and
untold.
Gifts of many shapes
and sizes,
Wrapped in silver,
wrapped in gold.
Christmas morning
very special,
Presentation of the
gifts.
Squeals of joy, peals
of laughter,
Brand new clothing;
does it fit?
Toy cars and trucks
and wagons,
Toy airplanes that will
fly.
Coloring books and
many crayons,
Painted dolls that
sing and cry.
When this wondrous
day is done,
And the kids tucked
in that night.
A sleepy little
voice may say.
"Mom, this was
the best day of my life."
And, as that child
settles in,
To receive his needed
rest.
I wonder if he
understands,
He is a child truly
blest.
Do you suppose he
really knows,
That the best
Christmas gift of all.
Was the very
first gift of Christmas,
A baby in a hay-filled
stall?
No fancy wrappings on
that gift,
No gay ribbons tied
in bows.
Just two tiny,
precious arms,
Reaching out from
swaddling clothes.
An infant with a tiny
backbone,
That some day would
bear the weight.
Of all mankind's
transgressions,
And mankind's
impending fate.
The value of of a
gift like that,
Far beyond men's
comprehension.
The finest gift
God had to give,
For man's
salvation and redemption.
His tiny Son -
this baby,
God's most perfect
gift to man.
Through whose death
and resurrection,
Man could fulfill the
Father's plan.
There'd be no
Christmas celebration,
If Christ had not
come our way.
So, Happy
Birthday - Thank you, Jesus,
For this Blessed Christmas
Day!
Virginia (Ginny)
Ellis
copyright 2000
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