'Twas the Night

Since it is Christmas Eve, I thought it only appropriate to share a "night before Christmas" poem that I wrote a long time ago expressing the true meaning of Christmas:


'Twas the night before Christmas and high above earth,
All the angels and saints were preparing for Christ's birth


The star was hung in the sky with care,
In hopes that Jesus would soon be there


The town was all still and made not a noise,
But would soon be awakened by the first Christmas joys!


The inns were all full, there was nowhere to stay,
So they came to a barn packed with animals and hay


The illustrious star beamed through the snow and the fog,
Lighting the way for one and all


The shepherds were carefully watching their sheep,
When suddenly masses of angels were gathered in a heap!


They flinched back in fear at the heavenly sight,
Trying to keep their flocks from scurrying with fright


The angels in the sky, who were reflected in the snow,
Sang hymns of exultation to the onlookers below


When what to my searching eyes would appear,
but a little baby boy whom Mary held dear


He was tiny and quiet, so perfect and mild,
I knew in a moment He must be the Christchild!


Quickly the people poured into town,
They traversed from cities all around


Who were the ones I think traveled the most?
Three extremely wise kings from a distant coast


They brought Him fine gifts, or so I was told
Of frankincense, myrrh, and precious, valuable gold


Almost everyone was delighted for the newborn king,
But Herod was wildly upset and dreadfully mean


King Herod desired to kill Jesus, but how?
Joseph saw in a dream they must flee to Egypt now


But I heard him exclaim as they rode out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to us a good flight!


..."that's what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown."


Originally posted on:
December, 24th 2008

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