"When Jesus called that Christmas week I wasn't at my best;
And the house was much too cluttered to entertain a guest.
He seemed to notice everything, the cards still unaddressed;
The gifts piled high awaiting wraps, the baking and the rest.
His eyes fell on the evergreen and the presents 'neath the tree,
It's my birthday that you celebrate-what are you giving me?
'What am I giving him?' I thought; ashamed no words were found.
So many costly things I'd bought, he looked at me and frowned.
I prayed he'd let the question pass, but when he did persist,
I blurted out the truth at last, you were not on my list."
Then, we were visited by a special guest--good ole St. Nick.
The Director of our Moms-N-More group:
Our Pastor and her family:
3 comments:
WOW! this is so powerful! as i was reading this, i was nodding my head...yes to the clutter, the cards, the gifts awaiting wraps...then, i keep reading and cried...what a reality check! thanks for sharing this beautiful poem.
GREAT pics of all of you with Santa...a definite KODAK moment!
ONLY 1 more sleep!
Dibee,
Thanks for being my most loyal blog commenter! Yes, the poem was very powerful for me too! We can't wait to see you tomorrow.
Yay to ONLY 1 more sleep!
That is a GREAT poem or "reminder" we should say!
And clutter? At Dibee's house? Now you know Dayna and I are a prodcut of this woman, so I'm not believing this line one bit. I want to see this "so-called-clutter" tomorrow, Mom!
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