Christmastime is a special time of year. I pray that even in our trying times we will be touched by the Christmas Spirit. Most have precious memories of Christmas past, but many truly have forgotten the real reason we celebrate. Jesus was our most precious gift delivered to save us from the penalty of our sins… It is good to celebrate His birth even if it is now only represented by a tiny little tree.
The Tiny Little Tree
Once was the days of youth, when you searched for the tree;
Trekking through the snow with vigor and glee;
Laughing at each other’s choices,
Until “The one” chosen was proclaimed in jubilant voices.
Out came the treasured ornaments from the past and some new,
A pretty angel or the star was placed on top too.
The dry fallen needles embedded in the cracks in the floor,
Were gladly endured to celebrate the birth of the Lord.
In later years came the tree that did not grow,
One that needed to be formed by a color code.
Beautiful still and still caused much pleasure;
Holding all you newest and oldest homemade treasures.
And now much later perhaps in your life,
The tree has shrunk down in your sight.
A tiny little tree that on a table sits;
But still your love and respect for Jesus represents.
With my tiny little tree, my heart memories abound;
As I reminiscence tramping in snowy ground.
And marvel at the change that has taken place within,
As I celebrate Christ’s birth watching palms blowing in the wind.
After seeing them, they reported the message they were told about this child,and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them.But Mary was treasuring up all these things in her heart and meditating on them.The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had seen and heard, just as they had been told.