Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house Not a
creature was thankful, not even a mouse. The stockings were
emptied, the candy all eaten the once live Christmas tree now
thoroughly beaten.
The children were bouncing around with glee, exclaiming over
each new toy happily. And momma rocking junior, glad it's all
over, and dad in his chair, already tired of hearing Grover.
Once again time to pack away all Christmas cheer, until this
time comes again next year. The house in disorder shall soon be
righted, once junior decides bedtime's been sighted.
The ornaments removed, each packed in it's place, the tree taken
down, leaving empty space. Children scamper away, hoping to only
play, Leaving mom and dad to do the cleanup this day.
Dad walks outside, surveying the yard, thinking, 'putting this
up wasn't this hard.' Santa and reindeer deflate to a pile,
lights removed from roofing tile.
Where wrapping paper was shredded, mom seems to be headed, for
cleaning up the messes, everyone knows moms are the bestest.
And finally the scene, oh holy last night, gets packed away,
once again out of sight. Precious baby Jesus, all swaddled in
foam, is tucked away in His new home.
But, does anyway thank Jesus for the treasures they hold, For
the dear baby given, as angels foretold? Does anyone remember
what He gave to us? His life for our own, that's something to
discuss.
Let's not forget, as the days pass us by, the reason we sing "O
Holy Night". The dear baby boy, born long ago, who died on the
cross so that we may know
the saving grace of a King, given to every man, to know the
salvation that is at hand. To accept Jesus Christ, as Savior to
all and make Him your King, that isn't so small.
So please remember, the reason we sing The message behind each
bell that rings In joyful worship to the newborn King Oh Savior,
Messiah, our praises we bring.
Originally Posted: Feb 8, 2008 at 5:56 PM Last Updated: Feb 8, 2008 at 5:56 PM
