Christmas Poem

The Importance Of The Nativity

I wrote this song (yes, it has a melody) as a tribute to my late mother. It's about a special memory of when she gave me an old Nativity set she had gotten at a resale shop somewhere. I was just a little kid, and it didn't matter that the set was used and beat-up...it was mine. Now she celebrates Christmas in heaven every year, but I have this sweet memory that she forever left in my heart. Merry Christmas, Mom. I love you.

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I heard this song last night - Christmas Eve. The Renaissance Choir sang it beautifully at Guisborough Hall. It was the first time I had heard it and it brought tears to my eyes. I remembered...

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Tiny Wooden Figures

Rick W. Cotton © more by Rick W. Cotton

Published by Family Friend Poems December 2017 with permission of the Author.

Over in the corner, 'neath the Christmas tree's green,
Are the tiny wooden figures, our Nativity scene.
Each tells a story, each plays its part.
Each holds a special place here in my heart.

Down from the attic, unwrapped with great care,
It just isn't Christmas if they're not there.
They're faded and dented, their paint chipped away,
But the love they stand for is as fresh as today.

And as the years go by and our days grow few,
Outside we grow older, inside we grow new,
And the tiny wooden figures are a symbol of love,
Of the grace and the peace of our God above.

By the side there stands Joseph, keeping watch in the night
The smile on his face, a reflection of light
In the hay kneels sweet Mary, so gentle and mild
So willing to sacrifice, all for her child.

And as the years go by and our days grow few
Outside we grow older, inside we grow new,
And the tiny wooden figures are a symbol of love
Of the grace and the peace of our God above.

In the hay, Baby Jesus, His arms opened wide.
The same way He lived, the same way He died.
Now He stands up in Heaven, and He holds the door wide,
And He says, "Welcome children! Welcome inside!"

And as the years go by and our days grow few
Outside we grow older, inside we grow new,
And the tiny wooden figures are a symbol of love,
Of the grace and the peace of our God above.

Over in the corner, 'neath the Christmas tree's green,
Are the tiny wooden figures, our Nativity scene.
Each tells a story...each plays its part.
Each holds a special place....here in my heart

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ABOUT THE POET:

Rick is often staring out the window at the color of the leaves, or the clouds, or the blue of the sky. He's a hopeless romantic, loves old movies and music, and special times. He cannot abide rap, liver and onions, reality TV, and shopping malls. Rick has a lovely wife, a fat cat, and a taste for BBQ.

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  • Hillary Delaney Hall by Hillary Delaney Hall
  • 5 years ago

I heard this song last night - Christmas Eve. The Renaissance Choir sang it beautifully at Guisborough Hall. It was the first time I had heard it and it brought tears to my eyes. I remembered my mother and how much she loved a small nativity set I bought for her when I was 12 years old. Thanks for this delightful poem/song.

You are most welcome! I am glad that it speaks to you.

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