(708) Joy Of Christmas

Christmas, a joyful time of year.
Fun-filled days, lots of holiday cheer.
Children all over the world, year after year,
Wait for this special day in the hopes
of many gifts to open and play.
How soon we forget, the true
meaning of Christmas.
Sweet Jesus was born on this joyous day.
In a manger in Bethlehem oh, so far away.
No pillow for his head.
No blanket for his bed.
A true gift from God, our Father
Let us praise him instead.

Written: Dec.2/06

by Melvina Germain

Comments (2)

Love this. So depicting of a plight of those of color the world over. But like all 'diseases'... a cure for this 'eventually' will be found. Nice poem, David. You and I have much in common.
Simply expressed, powerful in that truth