Brilliantly colored ornaments hang tight to the Christmas tree,

Stockings are hung on a mantel while a roaring fire we see,

Packages look so festive in colors of red, gold and green,

With ribbons they’re bound, and secrets within, makes a lovely scene.


The trappings of this special day are woven into our hearts,

The sights and sounds of Christmas and some music that’s off the charts.

The food is extra special, where candies and cookies abound,

And when it’s time for Santa Claus, you can’t hear a single sound.


Outside all life is nestled underneath a blanket of snow,

The rabbits and the chipmunks aren’t quite sure where they should go,

A hush fills the house, each child hits his bed, dreams will soon come true,

But up in the midnight sky so dark, a star comes into view.


The star lights the sky like a beacon, filling the air with light,

Then angels appear, to sing their songs, praises to God tonight,

In a little town called Bethlehem, a baby boy was born,

Messiah and promised King, seemed to be by the world forlorn.


His body was tightly swaddled – placed in a manger of stone,

Like the unblemished lamb He came to be, this would be His throne,

The King of Kings and Lord of Lords was born on this sin sick sphere,

Son of Mary and God’s own child came to calm our every fear.


There’s so much more to Christmas than presents underneath the tree,

The little Child in Bethlehem came to earth for you and me.

The price He paid to redeem us – was more than silver or gold,

His own precious blood is what it took to loose us from sin’s hold.



About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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3 Responses to WHAT IS CHRISTMAS?

  1. K.L. Hale says:

    Kathy, this is so beautifully written my precious friend. It sums up every emotion I feel about Christmas. Much love, hugs, and peace to you both this Christmas. ❤️🥰🎄💚🙏🏻

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