SANTA'S GIFT
He knelt beside the manger bed A tear was in his eye.
His jolly laugh and manner gone As he heard the baby sigh. "Sweet sleeping child, I never meant To push aside your birth To loose you in the tinsel, Or trade gifts for things of worth.
It seems that long forgotten Is the star o'er Bethlemen Angels voices, shepherds watching.
Cattle lowing and a lamb. "Unremembered is the rag wrapped baby. Born to be a king.
Amid the gifts and stockings That Santa Claus will bring.
I only meant to spread some hope To all the sons of earth, And share the joy in giving Like the wisemen at your birth.
I wanted just to see some peace In a world so torn with strife. I only brought presents and candy, You gave them eternal life."
Still kneeling there with a tear stained face He saw the eyelids lift; Twas almost as if he heard these words, "Dear Santa, I accept your gift."
( unknown Author ) |
