The Gift of Love
A wreath hangs over our mantle -
It's pine-scent fills the air,
A Santa Claus doll, over fifty years old Stands next to my easy chair.
'Tis late Christmas eve, my family's at rest, The end of a joy-filled day -
Warmth from the fire, burning low in the the hearth
Sends my thoughts drifting far away.
I envision a child and a stable,
His bed a manger of hay -
A mother humming a soft lullabye,
And I bend my head to pray.
I can almost see the Wise Men -
Who'd traveled from distant lands -
Guided by a brilliant eastern star
Bearing precious gifts in their hands.
I can almost hear what those Shepherds heard,
Tending sheep on a nearby hill -
The voices of Angels lifted in song -
A hymn of peace and good will.
I ponder what brought those Shepherds, And those Wise Men of Temporal worth -
To a stable outside of Bethlehem
To attest this lowly birth.
The Prophets, I've heard, wrote of His birth - Some said as a King He would reign -
Bring peace to the earth, dispell all war,
Rid the earth of it's grief and pain.
But the Child, full grown, spoke only of Faith -
"Do good to each other", He said,
"And if a man smite thee?
Stay thy hand. Give love in return instead."
His teachings inflamed the whole of mankind And though on across He died -
He lives in the hearts of those who believe - Though often their Faith is tried.
I end my prayer by giving thanks To the Lord who reigns above -
Accepting the gift He sent with His son - The gift of Eternal Love.
Oh I'm sure that in all the years to come - There'll always be gifts and toys -
There'll always be Santa and Christmas trees,
And lots of parties and noise.
But no matter what creed or faith we enspouse -
There's hope for the coming years -
If we will just share the gift of love
As Christmas day draws near.
V. Beverly Rogers
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