An Ode To Christmas Eve Poem by Dawn Ferrett

It's Christmas Eve and it's early to bed
For every girl and boy.
They're wondering what St Nick will bring
To fill their hearts with joy.
The adults are busy, making plans
To make sure all goes right.
They're in preparation frenzy.
They'll be working half the night.
The turkey's stuffed and seasoned
And in the oven, roasting.
The presents are waiting under the tree.
There's eggnog for Christmas toasting.
They double-check that nothing's missed,
Before they collapse in a heap,
Making sure that all is in place.
Then off to bed they creep.
But before you retire, it's good to take time
To remember that stable forlorn,
Where Mary and Joseph took shelter one night,
And our Lord, Jesus Christ, was born.
If not for that night, and this gift from God,
I shudder to think where we'd be.
Remember that Christmas begins with Christ,
And He died to save you and me!

Happy birthday, Lord Jesus! The true reason for the season!

Amen!