The Visitor
The Visitor
I was snuggled in my bed late on Christmas Eve,
when a spirit dressed in red called, “Wake and come with me.”
He led me to my living room where my tree stood all aglow,
pointed to the packages about to overflow.
“I left those gifts for you tonight because you asked me to,
but come with me and I will give a special gift to you. “
He took my hand and whisked me to a place I’d never been,
a stable in a little town a place called Bethlehem.
As we neared the lowly stable a star turned night to day,
and came to rest upon the place where a little baby lay.
“This is the Holy Child,” the spirit said to me.
“I brought you here this Christmas Eve so you would finally see.
It’s not about the packages underneath the Christmas tree,
it’s about the reason this precious child was born for you and me.
He brings us hope, love, and peace to share with all mankind and if we look within our hearts his spirit we will find.”
I awoke on Christmas morning and knew without a doubt the gift that I was given is what it’s all about.
As I lay there contemplating in the dawn of early morn I heard the spirit call to me, “Merry Christmas,He’s been born.”
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