Liilia Talts Morrison

(August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Christmas Is For Children


Christmas is for children
Time to make a fuss
Christmas is for old and young
And every one of us

Christmas is for old folks
Time to light the tree
Bringing sparks to dim eyes
For some joy to see

Christmas is for mothers
Fathers, sisters, too
Time to think of family
Binding ties anew

Christmas is for loved ones
Whether far or near
Time to kindle friendships
That once were so dear

Christmas is for sad ones
Homeless, wayside souls
Time to spread some goodness
In their beggar bowls

Christmas is for joy and hope
Time to recommit
Lives and ways to Jesus
Humbly to submit

Christmas is for healing
Share, forgive, discuss
Christmas is for you and me
And everyone of us.

Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 09, 2013

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