The Gift

Trees and lights and bells and carols; Bright-wrapped packages, piled high; Winter's sharp blow joins the heralds: "Christmas-time is nigh!" Mailmen hurry; shoppers scurry; Time is fleeing - Oh! So fast! Parties gather, loud and merry, Grander than in Christmas' past. Pause a moment to remember That a Savior's simple birth Still stirs angel wings in susur' - "Peace to men; good will on earth!" Now the Father's hands that molded The first Adam in the clay, Gently 'round a manger folded, Cradle a Baby in the hay. So the Greatest Gift extended, Gift of love and peace to all, "God's great love to man descended" Calls us to a manger stall. ©1990 David Needham Powered by Castpost Submitted to Adam's Carnival of Christmas This is a piece (already posted at Whistling in the Light) that I've used in several different ways over the years. I had planned a much more elaborate Christmas post—including a quasi-pod-cast-y sorta "report from the fields near Bethlehem" thing— but instead, I think I'll take bits and pieces and post them throughout Advent, up through Christmas. NOTE: bumped to Christmas Eve and updated with the Carnival of Christmas URL