The True Meaning of Christmas
As I sit here looking through my glass door I see tear drops form God falling from the sky dripping down my window pane, I wonder why?
It is dark and dreary as his tear drops fall from the sky, I can see the wind gently blowing through the trees moving the limbs and leaves, could this be Gods voice bellowing from above, I wonder Why?
Could it be we all have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas Day, the day Gods son was born. We decorate our trees buying presents for others and some spending money they don’t have, making others rich off of God’s Sons birth, how greedy can we be?
What does Christmas truly mean? It can only mean one thing in today's world, what will I get for Christmas on Christmas Day?
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