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Santa’s Reminder

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I had already scheduled to post all of my old Christmas poems because I hadn’t written a new one this year; and then, this morning, I was inspired to write this one.  Hopefully, you won’t feel poetry overload.  Merry Christmas to all my family, friends, and blog readers.

Santa’s Reminder

The workshop is empty.

The elves have gone home.

Mrs. Clause is resting.

Santa’s alone.

 

The tools are all quiet.

The floor is clean-swept.

The toys are delivered;

Yet, Santa’s bereft.

 

He’s tired and he’s weary.

His mind is confused,

Abstracted, bewildered,

Perplexed and bemused.

 

He worked through the year.

He did a good job;

And yet, at the moment,

He’s holding back sobs.

 

He wonders if working

So hard every year

Is worth all the effort,

And this is his fear.

 

That children and grown-ups

Alike will want more

And never be happy

With presents galore.

 

That come Christmas morning

When gifts are unwrapped,

The joy of the gifts

Will be gone in a snap!

 

Cause Santa knows true joy

The joy that can last

Comes from the One Who

Was born in the past.

 

On the morning of Christmas

In a manger He lay,

The Greatest Gift ever.

For our sins He would pay.

 

And then, in a moment

Santa heard very clear

A whisper, a voice that

Said, “Have no fear.

 

You’ve accomplished the task

That I’ve given to you,

And it’s time to move on

To a year that is New.

 

The gifts you’ve delivered

Came wrapped in your love

Like the Gift I delivered

That came from above.

 

We’ll patiently wait

For all people to see

That the Best Gift of all

Isn’t under the tree.

 

The True Gifts of Christmas

Are peace, love, and joy,

Which will reign in their hearts

When they first meet My Boy,

 

Who grew to a Man

And sacrificed all

To redeem all mankind

From the curse of the Fall.

 

And during this Season

The Message rings out

That Jesus is born.

There can be no doubt.”

 

And hearing the Message

Again in his heart,

Santa leaped from his seat

And he gave a great shout!

 

Joy flooded his soul

And he knew right away

His job wasn’t finished;

He’d start now, today!

 

With a heart that was happy

Santa pulled up a stool,

Grabbed his design book,

And got out his tools.

 

He started the planning

For gifts he could give.

This was his calling

As long as he lives.

 

As long as he could

He’d still do his part,

And leave it to God

To change men’s dark hearts

 

Now the workshop is empty,

Not a mouse makes a peep.

Santa’s retired

For a well-deserved sleep.

The Rest of the Christmas Story (Luke 2:25-35)

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Just a baby in a manger

Holy, precious heavenly child

Born in humble, poor surroundings.

First born Son so meek and mild.

Nearby shepherds hear the story

Told by angels, joyous news.

Born to you this day a Savior,

Resting now with cows and ewes.

Swaddling clothes, a sign of glory.

Angels sing, their voices raise.

Shepherds seek in haste to find Him,

Share the news and give God praise.

Mary ponders all their sayings,

Weighing thoughts within her heart.

Joseph’s quiet strength beside her,

Silent presence from the start.

Came the time for dedication.

Jesus was the baby’s name.

To Jerusalem they brought Him,

He, who’d later suffer shame.

Now there was a man named Simeon,

Righteous and devout was he,

Looking for the hope of Israel,

Promised death he would not see

‘Til the Christ, the Lord’s Anointed

Had been held within his arms.

And when Simeon held the baby,

At the moment safe from harm,

He revealed the Child’s appointed

Destiny—a Light to bring

Glory to God’s people Israel,

Salvation through a promised King.

Though an earthly King they looked for,

God had planned another way.

“And a sword will pierce your own soul,”

Mary heard old Simeon say.

And a prophetess named Anna

At the temple day and night

Offered thanks to God for Jesus,

Israel’s redemption now in sight.

Little baby, news so joyous.

The Messiah, promised King

In a manger, His life started

Born to reign, the angels sing.

But a coming shadow lingers

Prophets of His future told.

Destined death to save His people

To return them to the fold.

As we linger at the manger

Celebrating Jesus’ birth

Let us not forget the shadow

Of the cross—this baby’s worth.

Not to weep or moan in sadness

But to multiply our joy.

Saved by grace because He suffered—

Holy, precious baby boy.

Until next time,

CKelli