Christmas Poems by LMWillson [lmwillson_at_aol.com] It was a silent night in Bethlehem, When Christ our King was born, While shepherds watched their sheep, On that very early morn. A brilliant star was shining, Upon that sacred shrine, Of the Holy Family kneeling, Beside the manger of God Divine. The shepherds followed this radiant star, Of royal beauty bright, And listened to the angels sing, While praising God all through the night. Hosanna in the highest, Unto Him all nations sing, Christ our Saviour is born this night, \'Tis Christ our Saviour King. The radiance of His being, Will shine through all our lives, And crush the sins of all mankind, Upon which all evil thrives. Oh Blessed Child of Mary, To whom all the world will bow, \'Tis God\'s Son - The only One, To this our God forever will avow. Oh loving Saviour of mankind, The souls of man both then and now, Will sing Your praises forever, And unto You all knees will bow. Each year we\'ll celebrate Your birth, To please our God our King, And pray You will come again, So peace to this world You\'ll bring. | Christmas Adam Twas' two days before Christmas and all through Aunt Ova's house, all happiness ran amuck for such a clatter did arouse. Uncle Robert reads the paper and the rest watch TV. The ladies are in the kitchen. It's all tradition you see. Oh yeah, the men do some work too as we put up some window blinds. But there are football games on and the cooks now seem to pay no mind. Yet today has special meaning in this grateful happy family. One created by a member just as simple as can be. Like Adam before Eve one tradition is now borrowed. Christmas Adam is today. Christmas Eve comes soon tomorrow. They say Aunt Beth is the installer of this new holiday. Because of her we have plenty more to enjoy until Christmas Day. -by Juan Manuel Perez |
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