| A Christmas Poem Come, let me tell you a story, a tale of Christmas joy. Full of precious memories, when I was a little boy. Mama was in the kitchen, baking cookies at night, While Papa took us all caroling, singing by candlelight As snow fell outside we trimmed the Christmas tree. Us kids were so excited, what could the presents be. Then there's baby Jesus, lying in a manger of hay. He's the reason for the season, born on Christmas Day. Come, let me tell you a story , a tale of Christmas cheer . A family tradition, we celebrate every year . Mama still made cookies, just like she's always done. Candy cane shaped treats, baked with love for everyone. Our family dined together, on a tasty prime rib feast, While the snow fell outside, and the good times increased. Then there are the angels, proclaiming His Holy birth. Jesus was born in Bethleham, to bring us peace on earth. Come, let me tell you a story , a tale of Christmas dreams. Where visions of days gone by, recall many familiar scenes. Christmas Day will find me standing there at Mama's grave. Telling her that I love her, and missing the hugs she gave. Now, I've lost the holiday spirit, since Mama's no longer here. All that's left are my memories, and the sorrow I feel each year. And still there's baby Jesus lying in that manger of hay. He's the reason for the season, born on Christmas Day. Come, let me tell you a story , a tale of Christmas love, A special gift from God, sent down from up above. As I walked towards home, and past the village square, I heard some people singing, sweet music filled the air. Gathered around a manger, the crown sang Silent Night. So I stopped a while to listen, and enjoy this peaceful sight. Then I saw baby Jesus, lying in the manger of hay, And I realized He's the reason we celebrate Christmas Day. By Keith Watson © 2002 Background from a rendering by Joyce Ann Mundon Back |