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Susan Mouw

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Christmas Morn
« on: December 25, 2019, 01:23:44 PM »
Merry Christmas to everyone!

This was a poem I wrote a few years back and I recently was asked to read it at our church Christmas play.  I managed to get through it. Now I'm sharing it with you.

Christmas Morn

Christmas morn dawns bright and cold
With snow thick upon the ground.
Children squeal with glee, their wishes fulfilled
And joy and laughter abound.
 
The tree, once bright, now sags with the weight
Of the lights, and the many shiny balls.
Its day, once anticipated, has now come and is going.
The needles, now dry, silently fall.
 
The stockings, once hung o’er the mantle with care,
Are now emptied of their secret stash.
The candy cane wrappers and empty battery packages
Now litter the floor with the rest of the trash.
 
Forgotten are the recent memories
Of the shopping, the rush, and the noise.
Soon forgotten, too, are the mountains of gifts –
The ties, the socks, and new toys.
 
Is this what You meant for Christmas, Lord?
Are we honoring the memory of Your Birth?
When the TV stations track Santa’s progress
From the North Pole to the ends of the earth.
 
But so few words are spoken
In memory of what this day truly means.
So few thoughts turn to You, Lord
In the rush of this holiday scene.
 
I truly love this season, Lord.
I like the lights, the gifts, and the noise.
I like Christmas carols sung by the fire
And children’s faces as they open their toys.
 
But, even more, I love the memory we honor.
The joy and miracle of Your Birth
That promises of our salvation
And hints at Your sacrifice, and its worth.
 
So, this Christmas day, amid the rustle of paper,
And shouts of joy and acquisition
I promise to remember You, Lord
And what it means to be a Christian.
 
Susan Mouw

“6 For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6 (NKJV)

This, and many of my other writings, are included in my book, The Road to the Cross.
Susan Mouw
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Re: Christmas Morn
« Reply #1 on: December 25, 2019, 04:08:58 PM »
Thank you Susan for sharing your poem with us. As just like in your poem, here I sit watching White Christmas and Bing Crosby amid all the piles of discarded wrapping paper and the stacks of unwrapped gifts. All the bank accounts somewhat diminished, but as in your poem, there remains that one free gift. Available to all, at no cost except to the one who provided it. Wouldn't it be amazing if all would reach out and accept that gift!
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Re: Christmas Morn
« Reply #2 on: December 25, 2019, 05:42:19 PM »
This is a beautiful poem with a great reminder. Thanks for sharing Susan!
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