©Lois Chew: 1926-1999 Christmases past were full of joy For every excited girl and boy. Goodies and gifts were welcome sights As well as beautiful Christmas lights. The best of all was THE CHRISTMAS STORY To hear how angels from heaven's glory Told of His birth in a lowly manger. Born to redeem us----friend or stranger. Today I glance through a Christmas book; For the holy Babe in a manger I look. I see Santa and candy and Christmas trees, And colorful lights trimming all of these. There are children playing in the snow; Even a horse with a sled in tow. Tables are decked with gorgeous food; The air is filled with expectant mood! Hard as I try I can find no trace Of stable and manger of Christ Child's face, No angels to herald the coming King Nor resound through hillsides while they sing. Mary and Joseph are not to be seen, Nor shepherds to broadcast the Savior's theme, No cattle lowing in the night Observing the Birth in such dim light. To me it seems a terrible shame To let children believe it's only a game. Many don't know why He came from above--- This Child of Bethlehem sharing such love. If we don't tell of His miracle birth To redeem our souls which have little worth, We'll miss the greatest event on Earth--- The return of Jesus of lowly birth. So let's put Christ, our Savior and King Back into Christmas, then we can sing "Joy to the World" the "Silent Night", Then lives will shine in His glorious light. My late Anut Lois Chew wrote this Poem November 25, 1991 May she rest in Peace "Joy" © by Paula Vaughn Please visit her site for more beautiful art You must get permission from her to use her art Set by Designer Lady © Tina's Prayer Gate December 25, 2002