CHRISTMAS

WHAT IT'S NOT

WHAT IT IS

There is a lot
Christmas is not
No matter what men say;
It is not snow
Nor mistletoe
Nor Santa on his way
Nor snowmen white
Nor tinsel bright
Nor decorated trees
Nor two front teeth
Nor holly wreath
Nor North Pole fantasies
Nor stockings hung
Nor sleigh bells rung
Nor Scrooge’s “Bah! Humbug!”
Nor lists to check
Nor halls to deck
Nor eggnog by the mug
Nor toy trains
Nor candy canes
Nor candles in a row
Nor calling birds
Nor reindeer herds
Nor Rudolph’s nose aglow.

It is a Child,
Who, meek and mild,
Lay in a manger bed;
The One foretold
By prophets old
Who’d suffer in man’s stead,
Sent down to earth
Through virgin birth
By Heaven’s mighty King
To bear a Cross
For men’s sins gross
And His salvation bring;
God’s picture of
Unbounded love
For man, the wayward race;
The sinless One,
God’s only Son,
His Masterpiece of grace.

A Savior’s birth—
God come to Earth—
Is what this Day’s about;
Make your praise known
For Him alone;
Leave all the others out.
           
©2006 J. G. Braddock Sr.

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