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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Some years ago there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men, I listen to the sound of Christmas all around me, Glistening snow reminds me of loved ones in heave, My daughter sings of silent nights alone with God, There is no sacrifice great enough to thank him for his submission, Sometimes we must stand alone, because that is what he asks of us, But we are never alone, The sound of Christmas envelopes us and says, “I see you.” It whispers to us, “I love you.” It caresses us with my daughter’s winter chilled cheeks, Some years ago, there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men, And these tears I cry, are not tears of sorrow, or merely joy, but a sound. A ringing of gratitude, that gently chimes with the gracious bells of salvation army reps. A ringing of brotherhood, throughout the stores and slushy streets. Yes, it’s true there is much sorrow in this world. There is much pain, There is much darkness, Yes, there is much for us to learn, And this sound, this wondrous coo of an incarnate God who loved me enough to sell his soul on my behalf. Who loved me enough to sell himself to sorrow. There is no better melody. I am enraptured by flowing snow that tell me sister that she is entwined in a beautiful fabric, My father in law shot himself, but the coo of my incarnate Krishna, of my child Savior whispers to me that he is at peace. There is much sorrow to this world, And my soul is often heavy, And there is this sound, this sound of brotherhood that assures me, that my sister will stop cutting herself and men will live in harmony. This sound of Chrismas. I tell you there is no greater glory than to know that he chose us, He chose us for this moment, to know that Christmas is risen, And it gives gifts unto men, With the sound of a babies coo, And a man’s sacrifice.
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