Well...it's Christmas Morning and all is still quiet....
The tree stands tall with its simplicity and grace
The packages surround its base.
Mr. Turkey will soon be a sweet fragrance.
And Laughter & Joy will be filling the air.
All the preparation,
All the planning and shopping,
Parties and programs,
Will soon be a memory.
Did we do or say something worth while?
Did we remember 'the reason for the season'?
Did we honor the One's birth we celebrate?
For soon torn paper and disappointed looks will be seen...
If this Christmas was spent on yourself.
Before its over, before the fuss begins...
Take time to worship the One
To whom this season really belongs.
That Babe in Bethlehem's Manger.
That One who came, lived and died
So that I may have a Savior!
Happy Birthday, My Jesus!
He is the real reason for this day!