The Reason for Christmas
Searching, searching, all night long,
for a sleigh that will never come.
Parents creeping down the stairs,
avoiding curious children's stares.
Wrapping, wrapping, an hour straight,
fulfilling children's sleepless wait.
Oh joy, oh joy, it's Christmas morning!
Ripping, tearing, shouts of delight.
But through the hubbub, promotion, and noise,
they forget the real reason, those girls and boys.
A Child was born under a star so bright.
He brought peace, hope, and light.
So this Christmas, ponder my thoughts,
and keep the real reason for Christmas inside your hearts.
-- mkb
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7 comments:
Thanks to both you and Max for sharing!I love the family crest. Ha, if only the wrapping took ONLY an hour. :)
Merry Christmas!
Bravo to your son, and may his wish and hope for the spirit of Christmas be amply fulfilled.
Love the Shield of Bodach! Awesome. Thanks for the poem, it gave my that jumbled sense of Christmas morn.
What a wonderful poem. And a great coat of arms. I see creativity runs in your family :)
Thank you all.
Marcia, you and the wrapping paper need to become friends. It's great fun with a cat.
Mirka, he had three of us telling him what else to put on the coat of arms and he persevered in his own vision. We wanted a boat, a book, a cat, in addition to all the other elements.
Molly, I was struck at how quickly Max whipped this poem out. He's growing up too fast.
Ruth, it's a good thing we have assignments that force our creativity. I'll have to post my daughter's creative concoctions in the kitchen.
Wow. That is a fantastic poem... and straight to the point! You are blessed, indeed, my friend!
Thank you, Donna. I am indeed blessed. He's got an old soul, my son.
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