Curled up in front of the fireplace all cozy and warm, I glanced out the window at new fallen snow. Bright, orange flames shot up our chimney lickety-split. Wood crackled and popped, while pine-scented smoke wafted all through our country farmhouse.
In just two days, Christmas Eve will have arrived, and then I’ll head off to church to celebrate the birth of Jesus.
Now, I leave you with a familiar Christmas poem with an added twist.
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
Leona Frances Choy
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
While others were sleeping and no one could hear,
I crept out to watch for Saint Nick to appear.
While blinking my eyes and looking around,
Down the chimney at last he came with a bound.
He began to fill stockings, while chuckling with glee,
Till he glanced at the sofa, and there he saw me!
“Young man in pyjamas, you should be in bed!”
“I was waiting for you, sir, did you bring my sled?”
His broad face was wreathed in a smile like a bow,
And he sat down beside me, as I whispered so low.
“Oh, Santa, I think you’re the greatest of all!
I want to be like you when I’m big and tall.”
Saint Nick shook his head, on his face was a frown.
“I don’t want to steal the renown
Of One more than I, who was born on this day,
The Child who in Bethlehem’s manager did lay.
‘Tis He whom we worship, we worship His name.
Old Santa is really no one to acclaim.
I fill up your stockings, but He fills your heart.
I bring lots of fun, but that’s just a part.”
“The true joy of Christmas comes only from God.
You understand, son?” And I gave him a nod.
“Though I bring lots of cheer, not peace to earth,
In a world full of trouble, what use is my mirth?
But Jesus, the Christ, with His wonderful love,
Brings peace in the heart from the Father above.
Many gifts will be given this Christmas, ‘tis true,
God’s gift of His Son is salvation to you.”
“Young fellow, I’ve brought you your red-painted sled!
May your Christmas be happy, but mark what I said.
For the Christ-Child of Bethlehem’s greatest of all.
Compared to Him Santa is ever so small!”
He gave me a squeeze as he picked up his sack.
His eyes held a twinkle as ‘twas slung to his back.
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
As the noise of the sleigh and the reindeer grew dim,
I heard in the air a most beautiful hymn,
As was sung by the heavenly host long ago.
While shepherds were watching their sheep down below,
It seemed that the heavens with choirs still rang,
As “Glory to God in the Highest” they sang.
And I heard Santa shout ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Keep Christ’s name in Christmas and to all a good night!”
I won’t be posting next Saturday, so…
Happy New Year, Everyone!
Thank you again to all who browsed through my online shop and purchased my heartfelt greeting cards.
I look forward to a prosperous new year!