Christmas Abecedarian
All over the house I find
Bits of Christmas left behind.
Crumbles from the Christmas bread
Dropped by little ones as they fed.
Each memento brings a tear
For Christmas is gone for another year.
Glad tidings from the Christmas choir
Have been like wrappings, tossed on fire.
If I could turn back time, I would,
Just for more Christmas if I could.
Kings knelt before the new born boy,
Love filled sweet Mary's heart with joy.
Mooing cattle looked with awe.
None would forget the scenes they saw.
Peeling bells in triumph rang,
Overhead the angels sang.
Quite rapidly the news was spread,
Reporting on Babe in the hay bed.
Shepherds gazed at Child with awe,
Told to others what they saw.
Until Herod spilled his harsh words out,
Vowing to kill each male child about.
When parents gathered the Child and fled,
X rays would have found no Babe in bed.
Years have passed and details grow dim.
zealously we tell the tale of Him.
January 10, 2016
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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