Christmas Poem

Reminder Of The True Meaning Of Christmas

In 2011, my mother passed away 2 days before Christmas at the age of 98. I was so thankful she was a Christian and I knew she was with Jesus but felt immediately that Christmas would never be the same...a sad time of year. As soon as I thought that, I felt her come to me in her spirit and say..."Christmas is NOT about my death; it's about HIS birth!" I felt immediate peace. Each year when I get overwhelmed, I remind myself what Christmas is really about...thus the poem.

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The Miracle Of Christmas

© more by Elaine G. Brock

Published: December 22, 2019

Mary was chosen; how could this be true?
A young girl and virgin was who they all knew.
Cousin Elizabeth, too, six months was she.
Her son was John, a "forerunner" he would be,
Lept in her womb when the news was told.
The King Mary carried they would all soon behold.
Not in a great palace but a stable he'd lay.
Not on fine linens but a manger with hay.
An angel told shepherds the glad news they'd sing,
A star led the Wise Men, their gifts they would bring.
When he heard of the birth, King Herod would seek,
But God up above Jesus' safety would keep
So that you and I could know His great love,
And one day be with Him in Heaven above.
So remember that Christmas is not "going all out."
It's a season of miracles...THAT'S what it's about.

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