A Christmas Poem
John Neihardt wrote this Christmas holiday poem for his daughter, Hilda, in 1922:
I wonder what it means.
It's surely more than candlelights
On tinseled evergreens.
It's more than toys that make it dear
And eating pleasant things;
For if you'll listen right you'll hear
A murmuring of wings.
My grandma says it's more than fun
And hanging up your stocking;
It's knowing any needy one
Might be the Savior knocking.
It's helping those who feel the rod
Of grief and heavy labors.
I guess it's being nice to God
By loving all your neighbors.
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."
~Saint Paul
May the holiday's magic be all that it seems
May you rediscover the child in you ~
And find your every wish come true.
~ God Bless ~
Roger, Laurie, Corey, Lady, Samson, Buddie, and Little Mister
