True Joy At Christmas

When I was little,
joy
at Christmas
was getting
toys.
All the carols and
candy
and the tree
were so
dandy.

Sometimes, I'd eat
so much I'd get a
tummy
ache.
I'd feel so sick, I
thought I'd
break.

When I was twelve,
I waited up for
Santa until
twilight.
Tears poured down
my face that
night.

In the morning, the
presents were
there, under
the
tree:
but
no more belief in
Santa for
me.

When I was out in
the world. all by
myself,
I no longer beleived
in that jolly
old elf.

Then, all that gave me
joy at that
season,
was to remember
that
Jesus is the true
reason for the
season!

When I became a mother,
it was fun to
tell my child that
Santa came.
But I always told her
also about Christ, and
why He came.

I have found that if
you keep Jesus Christ
near,
then you will keep
Christmas every day of
the year!