Words cannot describe my shock several nights ago when this poem miraculously wrote itself. I really felt like all I did was pound the keys on the keyboard. Here’s what came out:
The closer my heart draws to the true meaning of Christmas
The more I learn it’s not about my wishes
Presents are nice and fruitcake is sweet
But material things are fast to leave
What truly matters on Christmas morn?
Is it more than boxes to unpack and paper to be torn?
A New Year approaches, an old chapter goes by
But a new chapter begins, a fresh beginning on life
Should I start the year with promises to make?
Only four weeks later to have each resolution break?
Perhaps the best way to start is this very present Christmas
A time I could learn the key to getting wishes
After many a year, I have finally discovered
That my wish and present has already been uncovered:
The heart of Christmas is not presents under the tree
It’s a baby in a manger, a man on a tree
A Savior humble, so very not proud
The Breath of Love, a love that is loud
A man who died on a hill called Calvary
A God who raised and gave us victory
And after all has been said and the curtain closed
A single decision, a choice I have chose:
To no longer view this holiday as a time about me
But to remember a manger, a man on a tree.
