Simply Christmas

          I read the most beautiful poem this morning.
          It describes the simplicity of the first Christmas.
          No retail bombardments.
          No mountains of toys and trinkets.
          My thanks to Joel Jongkind for sharing.

 

        There were no trumpets and no feasts
        There were no richly laden beasts
        The night our Lord was born
        There were no warm rooms and no heat
        There were no blankets clean and neat
        The night our Lord was born
        There was a stable and some straw
        There was a manger, crude and raw
        The night our Lord was born
        There were some shepherds and some sheep
        Who heard the angels; could not sleep
        The night our Lord was born
        Make sure you’re present, sure you’re there
        And tell Him clearly that you care
        The night our Lord was born
           – Debora T. Jongkind-Dehart

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