The true meaning of Christmas!
It was Christmas day
A little girl sat up in her bed,
What’s the true meaning she said?
There’s Santa and presents and snow,
But what are we celebrating?
At that moment her mother came in
Mother why are we here
It is all so very queer,
I don’t understand
Why do we get presents?
God gave the earth an amazing gift
This was his own son
To look after us when the day was done,
The girl looked at her mother
Surprised at her reply!
So that’s why we care
That’s why he gave
And Jesus was so brave,
So now we can give
To help others!
That very night
The little girl prayed
That God would never be betrayed
So now she knows
And can sleep a peaceful sleep!
By Alice Crossley
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a good poem i am glad that i wrote i!
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