Christmas as a child was Santa Claus and toys,
Trying to stay awake late to hear if Santa would make noise.
Where I lived then, winter time could bring lots of snow,
It would cover the ground in a blanket of white
and that’s when I’d know;
Christmas time would soon be here,
then we would have toy’s, fun and cheer.
I went to church with my Grandmother when I was very young,
That is when church experience for me first begun.
I learned more about the meaning of Christmas
and how the baby Jesus was born on that day,
There was no room for them in the inn and all they
could find for Him was a manger and some hay.
As I grew up and later I learned that He was
the real reason for the season,
But in all the Bible stories I read where did
Santa come into what I was believing?
The giving of gifts came from all those
traveling to see the newborn King from afar,
The Wise Men and others all found their way by
following that one bright shining star.
The real reason for Christmas is to remember
it was on that day that Jesus was born,
But you can also share gifts with
those you love on that blessed morn‘.
So, in your mind and heart and having the freedom
to believe in what you want to believe in,
What is your true Reason for the Season?
“Is there a purpose? Why are we here?”
A little boy asked as the yuletide drew near.
“I really do hope that someday I will know
the reason we have to stand here in the snow
ringing this bell as people walk by
while thousands of snowflakes
fall from the sky.”
The mother just smiled at her shivering son
who would rather be playing and having some fun
but soon would find out before the evening was done
the meaning of Christmas the very first one
God’s gift to the world
His very own Son.
The young boy exclaimed, “Mother where does it go?”
“All the pennies we collect - every year in the snow.”
“They go to help others who can’t help themselves,”
she said, “children and their loved ones who have nothing else.”
“But why do we do it? Why do we care?”
“We worked for these pennies
why should we share?”
“Because once a little baby so meek and so mild
was born in a manger so humble the child
the son of a King who could have had anything
was born in this way
so the world could have the gift he would bring.”
“You see the present that God gave to the world on that night,
was the gift of his son to help make things alright.
Why did he do it? Why did he care?
To teach us of love
and how we should share.”
“The meaning of Christmas, you see my dear son,
is not about presents or just having fun
but the gift of a father - his own precious Son
so the world would be saved
when his work was all done”
Now the little boy smiled with a tear in his eye
as snowflakes kept falling from out of the sky -
rang louder the bell as the people walked by
while down deep in his heart
now knowing why.
Poems Written By:The Rajan Family
Rajan & Buddy
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