Christmas Poem

Sleepy, watered eyes awake to the strike of twelve,
Midnight announces itself with the sweet sound of bells,
The children who have been staying up all through the night
Finally get to relish in their long-awaited delight

Scurrying do they rush to grab the first present
That was when mother had to stop them for a second.
She turned them around and showed them the manger,
And there laid a boy with the face of an angel.

But this was no angel, this little boy was God,
So small for a king, which the children found odd.
Nevertheless, the children folded their hands and prayed
That the little boy would in their hearts always stay
Because the true meaning of Christmas is not the gifts we receive
But giving our hearts to Jesus, in whom we believe.

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