TWAS’ THE DAY AFTER CHRISTAS

by Michael K. Farrar, O.D.

 

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‘Twas the Day After Christmas

By Michael K. Farrar, O.D.

© God’s Breath Publications

 

‘Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Each person sat holding their presents with care,

Hoping that God’s love would somehow be found there.

 

The children were gathered on top of their beds,

While visions of sadness ran round in their heads;

They had played with the toys they had wanted so much,

But they knew without Jesus they were out of touch.

 

The parents sat stoic, disheartened and sad.

Hard work had proved pointless and could not make them glad

They each had received what they each had desired,

But with no meaning in life they had grown quite tired.

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

Dad sprang from his chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

An old man on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Was bleeding and wounded for reasons unknown.

The family ran out to the poor homeless man,

Who had fallen on ice and hit a trashcan.

 

Little sister gave up her new fluffy brown bear,

To serve as a pillow and give some kind care.

Dad used his new shirt to wipe blood from his face,

Mom bound his hand wound with her snowy white lace.

 

I had nothing to offer this very old gent,

I had toys but no money not even a cent.

I wanted to help him, I very much did

But what could I do, I was only a kid.

 

I lifted his arm by his giant huge wrist.

And took his old hand in my small tiny fist.

I gave him a kiss on his old twisted hand,

He smiled at us all and requested to stand.

 

We took him inside and provided a feast,

It was not a bother, not in the least.

He ate and ate until we thought he would pop,

He ate like a horse like he never would stop.

 

Then he rose from the table and thanked us with glee,

He said Christ would bless us especially me.

For a tender kiss of love to someone in need,

Is a drop of God’s love to someone indeed.

 

He left our warm house to continue on his way,

And the gift he had given us was most valuable pay.

For the meaning of Christmas is not in gifts received,

But in God’s only Son who was perfectly conceived.