by: raven shadowborne © Dec. 25, 1997
Slowly I creep to the children's beds..
one by one, lay soft kisses on their heads..
I wonder what their dreams hold..
as they soar in their realms of slumber
Soon to awaken to a dawn crisp and clear
Their merry laughter soon to ring out
the twinkling lights will dance in their eyes..
the room will echo with their surprised cries..
I look at them sleeping..my mind drifting back
to this night..long in the past
A Long time ago, a babe was born,
the savior of all man..
so the story is told..
Years filed with turmoil, disruption and pain..followed his birth..
making me wonder if that babe made a difference at all..
I look upon my children..
tiny and frail
eyes closed in slumber..
their dreams their own..
I return to the tree..lost in it's lights..
let my mind drift along it's own path..
Till a small package catches my eye..
wrapping paper askew..the ribbon half untied..
reading the tag..a child's block script..
To: my brother and sister, with love
is written upon it..
A clumsily wrapped box..a gift from the heart
An unselfish act..
not forced..nor store bought..
A gift of pure love..
to give because she chooses
The warmth of this offering..
so lovingly presented.
the true spirit of the season rests with this gift
From the mouths of babes comes wisdom, so it has been said..
From the hands of children, comes love at it's finest..so I have seen
A single tear slips down my cheek..
returning the box to it's spot..I whisper Merry Christmas
Jesus..your lesson still lives..