Do You Remember Christmas?

Do you remember Christmas? I do.  

My memories of childhood Christmas programs have lasted over the years.  They all blend together because they were very much the same year after year and I’m so grateful for that.  Repetition implants those memories in your mind.  This is a picture of the church I attended as a child and this poem is the picture I have in my mind of Christmas programs past and present.  I hope you’ll enjoy it. 

A little child, one Christmas Eve, climbed up the church house stairs

expecting sounds of singing and people saying prayers.

But when the door was opened, her heart jumped at the sight.

She stood there silent in the night.

Her eyes were diamonds dancing bright in wonderment and awe.

Stained glass windows glow with light from candles burning there.

The sights and sounds were rich and rare.

Pine bough fragrance filled the air, and this is what she saw.

Shepherds tending quiet sheep

spoke in whispers soft and deep.

Angel choirs began to sing

Hallelujahs to the king.

And nearby on a bed of hay

a precious tiny baby lay.

That night she learned of Jesus, in scene and verse and song.

She learned of God’s stupendous love that righted all the wrong.

She learned that Jesus came to this dark earth to save all men

as angels told the shepherds they’d find Him in Bethlehem.

She learned about the wise men from the east, who came so far

and how our God protected them while following the star.

The things she saw that Christmas Eve were only just the start

because those Christmas memories keep Jesus in her heart.

The time and place span miles and years, but the message is the same. 

And that magic night so long ago, with candles lighting row on row  

helps the memories remain.

 But when the fullness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law, to redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons.  Gal 4:4-5