‘Twas the night before Christmas, and in OUR domicile,
Every creature was stirring, at least for a while.
Hannah was nestled all snug in her crib,
But to say she was sleeping would be quite the fib.
“Oh Mama, oh Daddy, please come on the run!”
“I’m crying because I’m left out of the fun!”
I do not wear kerchiefs, nor have I a cap,
But I can assure you, I do need a nap.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Since WE fill them, not Santa, it takes time to prepare.
This is Hannah’s first Christmas, so all must be right;
Our halls were bedecked and our gift bows tied tight.
When outside our house there arose such a clatter
We sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
“Out Bailey, go get ‘em, protect us, good pup!”
It took but a moment to see what was up.
Our neighbors out riding their loud ATVs:
We just do not get this, deliver us please!
(Just kidding, they really don’t ride them at night,
But it fits with the poem, so bear with me, all right?)
Still, more than the stockings and neighborhood squabbles,
More than the bows and the bells and the baubles,
Our Christmas is not about gifts ‘round the tree,
Or parties, or cookies, or people to see.
Rather, the focus of our Christmas cheer
Is on Christ the Savior whose advent made clear
The covenant love that the Father has shown
In sending His Son and in calling His own.
Our season is special because of His birth
The gift of salvation is of highest worth.
So as we reflect on Christ Jesus our Light,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.