by Annette Adams
We all enjoy those toys and gifts,
The Christmas trees , so bright.
We’re fond of dear old Santa’s
Bag of goodies. Such delight!
But I must ask this question
Midst this crass commercial joy:
“Whatever did become of
Our beloved Jewish Boy”?
I’m really all for happiness,
Love pleasure, like the rest,
But anything in-place-of
Always ends up second-best.
That tree will drop its needles,
And its cheer will disappear
As we pack away that “happiness”
In boxes, every year.
All that tinsel has its beauty,
But we’d better know it’s brief,
’Else that “failing fast felicity”
Is apt to turn to grief.
So, fill up Santa’s stockings,
Feast and fill those bellies tight.
But let His love fulfill you
So your joy won’t end that night.
It’s when Christmas lasts forever
That “our now” becomes sublime.
It’s the day when man first SAW HIS WORD,
When GOD BURST INTO TIME!
(II Corinthians 5:19 “…God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto Himself.”)
Taken from the book Written with Rhyme and Reason by Annette Adams
© 2011. Used by Permission.