A Real Christmas Poem

Christmas isn't about snowmen, reindeers,

Or even jolly St. Nicks

Nor is it about movies

That show us how they got their kicks

Christmas isn't about Scrooge

Timeless ghosts or Tiny Tim

(Though it would be very nice

If everyone had a present for him!)

Christmas isn't about Elmos, Furbies,

Or happy little elves

It isn't even about Pokemon

As they're grabbed from the shelves

People are always in a rush

Trying to find the perfect gifts to get

But the most important part of the holiday

They often seem to forget

Christmas is about an extra special man

And while He doesn't wear a red suit

The red blood that runs through His veins

Saved you, me, and the whole world to boot!

This man didn't have a white beard

But it was rare to see Him frown

Instead of red & white hat on His head

He wore a thorny, painful crown

This man was a good man

Still, He was bound & tried

Then He was led to a dark, desolate hill

Where this great man was crucified

He died for every person

From the biggest man to the littlest boy

He made it possible for us to live in peace

And filled us with everlasting joy

Even now, this man watches over us

But I think, maybe He's lost His smile

For on Christmas, His Death and Birth date

We seem to forget Him for a while

The children all make lists for Santa

So he can bring them toys on his sleigh

But how would we feel if Jesus decided

To get up and walk away?

What if He went to His Father and cried,

"My children have forgotten their Savior! What will I do?"

"My Son," God might say, "as you once told me,

They know not what they do.

"They don't know how much they hurt You

When they worship the one in red.

But they'll all seem to remember You

On the day when I call for the dead."

"But Father, I want to save them!" Jesus would say,

"I don't want anyone to die!

They should be here with you and I,

Where joy and love never die!"

But God might shake His mighty head

And say, "I've given them The Word.

It is up to the people below

To study what they have heard."

Jesus might stare at us with pleading eyes

"Remember Me!" He might shout.

"Can't you see I'm trying to save you?

Why won't you cast the sin out?"

And on the Final Day, when Jesus came back

Carrying the Heaven Entry Book

He'd search desperately for all our names

Though He knew fruitless would prove the look

Finally, God would say, "It's time, my Son."

Jesus would close the Book, fighting back tears

He'd turn away and wonder why we didn't repent

After we'd had all the long, long years

Jesus would take his faithful ones

To live with the saints, seraphim and all

Though He'd shed even more tears when He saw

That His group was heartbreakingly small

So when your children ask you

To tell them a Christmas story

Tell them about Christ Jesus

Who can take them home to glory.