Clement Clarke Moore begins his famous poem:
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;"
Taking up from there I, Mike, continue with my own version:
This was the story as children we'd hear
Told over and over as Christmas drew near
Anticipation gripped us, excitement arose
Hoping for gifts that in hope we chose.
As time passed and older we grew
We heard the old story, now fresh, now new
The angels declared good news to be received
"Fear not" the shepherds heard and so were relieved
Today the Saviour is born, in the city of David
The message was clear, the message was vivid
A Saviour has come - new life and forgiveness of sin
To all who would ask and welcome Him in
This is the gift that was given for all, this was the deal
The Son came from heaven, the Father's heart to reveal
So loved He the world that He became man
To those who received Him, eternal life was the plan
And so this Christmas with laughter and joy
Remember it's not about eating and drinking, not even a toy
It's all about Jesus, it's about our King
He alone is worthy of the praises we sing.
Have a joyous Christmas eve.
Mike and Daphne