Tameeka Smith

(Norfolk)

Christmas Is Here


Christmas is here
Everyone is filled with cheer
I just love Christmas
As well as
Everything else that adds
Meaning to it
Candy canes
Shapes like the letter J
For Jesus
Red for the blood
White for purity
Christmas is so special to me
So many symbols reminding me
Why this all came to be
Wreaths and Christmas trees
Made from the evergreen family
Everlasting life is the meaning
And let us not forget
Old Saint Nick
Who gave presents
To children who
Parents could not afford it
Angels tree tops
They are messengers of God
The star is for the star
Of Bethlehem
And most importantly
Jesus who is the
Reason for the season

Submitted: Wednesday, December 05, 2012

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