Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,Not a creature was stirring, seriously, one was moving and it was mama mouse!
The stockings were finally hung by chimney with careIn hopes Santa got his act together and soon would be there!
The children were finally wrestled, threatened and snug in their bed,While visions of ipods and Xboxes danced in their heads.
Dad was laid up in his recliner taking a long winter’s nap,And I just sat down facing 20 more presents to wrap.
When out on the porch I heard such a clatter,My honey didn’t move so I pulled myself up to see what was the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,But the fed ex man announcing my last minute gifts were finally here!
As I gathered my presents together and placed them under the tree,
The reality of my craziness of “to do lists” and “must do’s” hit me.
I faintly heard the playing of Joy to the World the Lord is come,And quickly remembered the real meaning of Christmas and not what still had to done.
With all my mad dashing around and tying up loose ends,I was missing celebrating the birth of our Savior with my precious family and friends.
Our Savior was born on that first joyous Christmas day,In a humble stable with only a cradle of hay.
It’s not about the decorations or my worrying about needless things,
It’s a wondrous time to celebrate the birth of the King of Kings
So I take my husband ‘s hand and over our children we prayed.And gave Him thanks for our blessings of freedom, forgiveness and love we enjoy each day.
So as I lay down my head on that beautiful Christmas Eve NightI rejoice and thank God for the greatest gift of Everlasting Life!
by Traci Lilley
(thank you, sweet friend, for sharing this with us...it is absolutely perfect!)