Christmas Poem by Val Jennings

I think of that first Christmas
where in a manger lay
the infant, Jesus, come to earth
to lead us in the way.
Both Mary and Joseph
had witness of his worth.
Angels, shepherds, wisemen
all gloried in his birth.
And now a later Christmas
we celebrate joyfully.
The resurrected Savior,
who died for you and me,
would have us give our reverence
in gifts of common love.
In caring for each other,
we can follow him above.