The Night Before Christmas 

‘Tis the night before Christmas, and all through my house

No creature is stirring, neither my cat nor that mouse!

My children asleep, lovingly tucked in their beds,

With visions of Christmas gifts swirling in their heads.

I’m nearly exhausted, but with one more to wrap,

I moan with a sigh, “Time for bed and my nap!”

With my body aching and my eyes very strained,

“Why is Christmas so hectic? Too much to do!” I complain.

The tree is all trimmed, and my chores finally finished;

I head off to bed, my excitement diminished.

With a flick of the switch my room is dark and so still,

When suddenly I stop and in my heart sense a thrill.

Through my window I look and see snow softly falling,

In stillness and silence the Lord seems to be calling.

“You’ve lost sight of Me in this special season.

For you I came; I’m your Gift, and that’s still the reason.”

Then suddenly it strikes me, the sight of that manger,

Christ came to His earth but was treated as a stranger.

And with this sight in mind, I bend on my knee,

“Forgive my complaining, I pray, Lord, to Thee!

I have it so good, Lord; You’ve blessed me indeed.

You supplied many wants and all of my needs.”

‘Tis the night before Christmas and oh what a sight,

Falling snow, Christmas gifts and stillness tonight!

It’s time now for sleep, but the joy has begun.

To think of God’s Gift and the birth of His Son.

And there in my room as I’m ready for sleep,

The sight of God’s Gift in my heart I shall keep.

‘Tis the night before Christmas and deep in my heart,

I give Christ the place He should’ve had from the start.

Through my window comes softly a sweet gentle light.

Merry Christmas, Church family, and to all a “Good night!”