Christmas Eve In a Country Church

Sleigh bells jingle as o'er the crystal snow they glide, To the little country church this Christmas Eventide. Folks anticipate the fellowship that awaits them there, As they celebrate His birth with carols, love and prayer! Steeds were eased to hitching posts with a gentle "Whoa"! Faithful and patient horses snort and paw the drifting snow. Folks greet others with a special glow upon their faces, With a "Merry Christmas to you" and unabashed embraces! The old pastor had arrived about half-past five o'clock, To stoke the potbellied stove to warm his faithful flock. The organist who'd served nigh on fifty years in that capacity, Was at her post pedaling the organ with strident tenancity! The pastor with a short Christmas homily had his say, Followed by the Sunday School's annual Nativity play. A warming glow flooded the church with candlelight, As the service closed with the singing of "Silent Night". Though on this Holy Eve ,from cathedrals oratories occurred, And ancient cantatas sung by thunderous choirs were heard, The souls of this faithful, God-fearing congregation, Were just as blessed by their simple Christmas celebration! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved