10: 00 P.M. First Christmas
Christmas glistening in the snow of intellect, bright
reminders of another time long ago.
Walking in my mind to a manger, baby Jesus being born,
all of human feelings and emotions combined.
Watching the Savior of our world, little, helpless and
dependent on His mother for everything.
Seeing this landscape of purity and innocence, such a
perfect portrait of the very first Christmas on earth.
Monday, December 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poem