Colin F. Jones

CHRISTMAS 2008

When I think about Christmas,
I seldom thing of Santa Clause,
I think about baby Jesus,
About his miraculous birth of course.
I don’t know if the story is truthful,
About him being born in a manger of straw,
But I see no point in being rueful,
Because he was a God send to the poor.
He wasn’t just another baby,
He’d come into the world to stay,
Living in the hearts of man and lady,
Who each day to him would pray
For it was goodness that he stood for,
And he grew up to lead the way.

Well there are lots of stories written,
About Jesus and his life,
He had ten disciples following him,
But never had a wife.
He wrote no word upon a tablet
Nor on a sheet of silk;
But his stories they were fabulous,
For pure kindness was his ilk.
That he was the son of God I know not,
Nor that he died to save us all,
But no gentler thought possesses us,
When our minds of him recall.
Then we are humble and delighted,
And we think no ill at all.

I don’t know if you love Jesus,
If you believe the words he said,
That it is his father God who made us,
That we go to heaven when we’re dead.
But I know that people are happy,
Even those who are poor and down,
Though the frosts and snows are snappy,
Though the droughts turn green to brown.
When they think about sweet Jesus,
And choose to celebrate his birth,
Each year when it is Christmas,
When peace spreads across the Earth.
So enjoy this coming Christmas,
And shower your friends with mirth.

Submitted for the December 2008 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Glad Tidings of Great Joy”