A Christmas Poem
By Doug Edelman (12/24/05)
Last year, on the day AFTER Christmas, I wrote the following poem. I pulled it out and re-read it today – the day BEFORE Christmas – just to remember, lest I fail to learn from the experience. I hope it touches you too.
T’was the day after Christmas, I was feeling forlorn
Just thinking where most of my paycheck had gone.
Bright paper was strewn all over the floor
And gifts lay about, even blocking the door.
Too much was eaten, too much was spent
I’m up early, thinking ‘bout where it all went.
I thought, “happy kids, at least that’s a safe bet”
But my daughter’s mad ‘bout a gift she didn’t get!
We’d put up the tree, decorated just so.
Stocked up on the groceries. Checked the forecast for snow.
We thought we’d prepared for the season just right,
And yet of the reason it seems we’ve lost sight.
It seems that our Savior, born so long ago,
was forgotten, in favor of gifts, food, and snow.
Could it be we’ve forsaken the all-loving One
And forgotten the gift of his wonderful Son?
Of miraculous birth no stories were told
Of His life lived for us back in days of old.
Of His death for us and his being raised
We shared no joy, gave no glory or praise.
So no wonder the Spirit of Christmas seems spent
When the whole point of Christmas is so warped and bent
That the baby Jesus, and his humble birth
Is a memory nearly extinct on the earth.
So, Jesus, it may not be Christmas today
But I’m thinking of you and I’d just like to say
Thank you for coming to earth way back when
And I look forward to your coming again!
Copyright © 2005 by Doug Edelman
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