Christmas Is
When I was just a little girl
My mama said to me,
"Christmas is more than Santa Claus
And presents on the tree.
Christmas is a gift to us
From our Father up above.
He sent his Son to bring us peace
And teach the world to love.
We haven't treated His gift well
Nor loved the way we should.
This is the time to honor Him
By being very good.
Don't cry and ask for everything
You see upon the shelves.
It's the time to think of others and
A little less of selves".
She said we'd buy a pretty gift
For a child we'd never see
And put it with the others that
Were on the "Giving Tree".
I asked if we might buy the doll
That I'd been asking for
To give to the unknown child
Who was so sad and poor.
My mother smiled at me and said,
"My Dear, I think you've learned
The true meaning of Chirstmas is
To give that for which you've yearned".
When I found my old doll, Nelly
With new clothes on Christmas day,
I was glad some child was happy
With her new doll, far away.
I could see her with her dolly
In her home I knew not where
As I rocked my darling Nelly
In my brand new rocking chair.
Christmas In July contest ladies only eleventh place
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