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154. Christmas Spirit

I arrived today a different man
One who knew his purpose
I added a new skip to my step
The reason was because of Jesus

I’ve dreamed of being something else
To govern those both near and far
But in reality what I wanted most
Was to see a guiding star

I awoke quite early on Christmas morn
Bothered by things that didn’t matter
Of God and Jesus I did not think
Seeking only to find pancake batter

Although my stomach grumbled aloud
And my head hurt from rum and grog
A light appeared just aside my door
And I heard the barking of my dog

Of Santa Claus were my first thoughts
Was the facade really a true tale?
I wished I had some milk and cookies
Or maybe a bottle of fine ale

But my ears did not hear bells nor deer
Or the jolly laughter of the fable
Instead my soul echoed with the cries
Of the child from the Bethlehem stable

For when I opened up my door
And gazed upon the scene before me
A star beam lit up a cradle on my porch
And showed me what Christmas was meant to be

A young woman kneeled beside a manger
Her beauty beyond what I could conceive
She stroked the head of a smiling babe and looked up
Her eyes asking that I learn to believe

A callous man I had surely been
Griping about everything that I did not possess
My mouth stood agape at the sight before me
It was only then I felt the need to confess

But before I could mouth or say a word
The woman and child vanished with the light
But my heart and soul felt alive
By the present I had been given that very night

For this I now say for all that listen
Forgo those things of riches and greed
Take care to value those persons that you love
And satisfy yourself with only what you need

Maybe someday you’ll also see
The child smiling beneath the bright light
I wish you all the happiness in the world
And the ability to see life with my sight


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