Gifts and presents all over the floor Wrapping and boxes and bags galore. The fastest day of the year – for kids – is done It’s been big whirlwind, but it sure was fun. We got Furby quiet and got the new dolls to sleep Now the kids are in bed and not making a peep. And I’m awake grateful, reflecting and quiet Pondering the day – oh, what a riot. I love the chaos, it doesn’t get on my nerve, My life’s a blessing – none of it I deserve. And I think about the expectation of both of my kids Christmas morning – their excitement – was popping their lids! The anticipation, the joy, the fun and the squeals And yet tonight my mind is spinning and working the wheels. I wonder what part of Christmas is deep in my heart I wonder if somehow I’ve overly picked it apart? I know the basics, understand them to my core But I wonder, if this year, it means something more. I’m can’t pinpoint the feeling – but I’m so glad I have it It’s like something in stirring – getting me out of the habit. It’s the habit that seems to form each year I guess Pushing and shoving and wanting the best Striving so hard to have it my way Forgetting, sometimes, that… you know what I’m trying to say. But I’m reminded again – God came so simply He wasn’t pushy – in fact, voluntarily wimpy. But the change that happened in the world through him Is a power that’s at work in little ‘ole Tim. And I think as this poem rolls out of my heart I’m discovering that I’m really a part God with us… a miracle of faith This year, I want to live more in that grace. It’s simple. Refreshing. And oh what a joy. I feel like a child with 50 new toys. Thank you Lord for the reminder tonight That it’s you here among us that makes things so right. Merry Christmas today, tomorrow and next month Though I wouldn’t say it in January – that’d drive me nuts. – Tim PriceA Christmas Poem
Gifts and presents all over the floor Wrapping and boxes and bags galore. The fastest day of the year – for kids – is done It’s been big whirlwind, but it sure was fun. We got Furby quiet and got the new dolls to sleep Now the kids are in bed and not making a peep. And I’m awake grateful, reflecting and quiet Pondering the day – oh, what a riot. I love the chaos, it doesn’t get on my nerve, My life’s a blessing – none of it I deserve. And I think about the expectation of both of my kids Christmas morning – their excitement – was popping their lids! The anticipation, the joy, the fun and the squeals And yet tonight my mind is spinning and working the wheels. I wonder what part of Christmas is deep in my heart I wonder if somehow I’ve overly picked it apart? I know the basics, understand them to my core But I wonder, if this year, it means something more. I’m can’t pinpoint the feeling – but I’m so glad I have it It’s like something in stirring – getting me out of the habit. It’s the habit that seems to form each year I guess Pushing and shoving and wanting the best Striving so hard to have it my way Forgetting, sometimes, that… you know what I’m trying to say. But I’m reminded again – God came so simply He wasn’t pushy – in fact, voluntarily wimpy. But the change that happened in the world through him Is a power that’s at work in little ‘ole Tim. And I think as this poem rolls out of my heart I’m discovering that I’m really a part God with us… a miracle of faith This year, I want to live more in that grace. It’s simple. Refreshing. And oh what a joy. I feel like a child with 50 new toys. Thank you Lord for the reminder tonight That it’s you here among us that makes things so right. Merry Christmas today, tomorrow and next month Though I wouldn’t say it in January – that’d drive me nuts. – Tim Price
Loved the poem. Our Christmas was shared with some people in need and it made my heart overflowing with joy, so much more than giving and receiving stuff that is frivolous. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Debbie…