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Wednesday, 30 December 2015

The Night Before Christmas (1)

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And I think we can bet
That millions of people
Have gone into debt;
To buy special presents,
Some big and some small.
Some will be accepted,
Some not at all

Cupboards are loaded
With excesses of food
Fridges with beer,
Other alcohol too.
Children, excited
Won’t go to bed late,
They try to be good -
Make everyone a mate

Nothing will change
As they all grow
‘Cause Christmas is about
Goodwill, as you know.
So if someone knocks over
Your drink in the bar
You brush it aside
Just for one day a year

Have you ever stopped and wondered
Why it’s not the same
As other celebrations
You could care to name?
Is it really about
A fat man in red coat;
Lights, decorations
And carnival floats?

Is it about getting yourself
Into debt?
Getting uptight
And starting to fret?
Have I bought this
And have I bought that?
I mustn’t forget
My dear pet cat!

There’s far more to Christmas
Than you could ever expect.
A Man came to pay for
Your life full of debt;
He came to this earth
To live a life we could not
He paid for our sins
When He went to the cross

He was born in a stable,
A manger for a crib
He taught many people
How to love and forgive.
He even loves those
Who mock Him and tease
And try to destroy Him
By the lives that they lead

For 2,000 years people have
Tried to destroy
Every man, every woman,
Every girl, every boy
Who truly believes
That He is the One
Who is their Redeemer
And God’s only Son

But for 2,000 years
The church still goes on;
No liberal, no commie
Can destroy God’s own Son.
So whether you believe
He came to save YOU!
Have a very Merry Christmas
And Happy New Year too!

By Carolyn Davison
From
                                                © Pools of Living Water 2009 (Poetry Book)

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