it’s easy to lose sight,
of the true meaning of Christmas
and one special night.
We say “How much will it cost?”
Then the true meaning of Christmas,
Somehow becomes lost.
And ribbons of gold,
We forget about the child,
born on a night so cold.
In his big, red sleigh
Never thinking of the child
Whose bed was made of hay.
When we look into the night sky,
We don’t see a sleigh
But a star, burning bright and high.
Of that night so long ago,
And of the child we call Jesus,
Whose love, the world would know
Wonderful verse, well written. Most enjoyable to read.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
"We don’t see a sleigh
ReplyDeleteBut a star"
I like that Gregg!