The meaning of Christmas

a poem by Elizabeth Grace Shearer, UK - poetry writer, author, poet

Its 2 days till Christmas and its all gone to pot
No food in the fridge and dont tell me thats a spot
The clothes hanging up ready to be worn
but whats that on the pocket, dont tell me its torn

So much to be don, shops shutting for a day
there is always too many people getting in the way
I know its a tine for goodwill and peace to all men
But this rate i wont be ready cant even find a pen

Its the day before christmas and the family have arrived
with suitcases and presents, how will we all survive?
The vegetable are prepped and the presents are ready
Just one more sleep till christmas,need to keep that blood pressure steady

So here it is, its Christmas morn
The little ones open their presents, its a baby born!
And then the lull as we all remember
that baby who is Jesus born that cold december
After all the presents and the food is gone
is the real meaning of Christmas lacking in your home?

The story of a baby born in a manger
the king of all the earth but to so many a stranger
this christmas time will you get caught up in the fun
or will you make time for God's only son?

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