The Christmas chimes which you do hear
Reminding man from year to year
That all your cares with you He'll share
If you will take some time and prepare
The time you spend preparing bread
With no thought of the word you have read
You dressed your homes and community instead
With decorations enough to frighten the dead
You rush to shop and buy nice gifts
Not thinking of the head He lifts
When pain and agony eclipsed
His soul did vanish in the mist
What then should Christmas mean to you
From sin to grace you have come through
Whose birth you thought was nothing new
With grace He made your life anew
And now with confidence you may
Celebrate His birth in your special way
Recall the love that caused Him to say
Father I will go your will I must obey
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Thank you for this lovely poem, Gladys, and thank you for the Christmas tree which is a total surprise!