Twas a week before Christmas...

My own little spoof on a classic Christmas poem. I decided to write it, since I needed a small reminder that we celebrate Christmas for a reason. With the weather being so yucky out here, I was pouting about not having my shopping done. And then Sissy reminded me that I'm always complaining that people put to much stock in the secular purpose for the holidays. I hope you enjoy my poem, and take a little time this year to remember that Christmas isn't about the best gift you can find in a store. We've already been given the best gift. 

Twas a week before Christmas and all through the house, 

Mommy was freaking, and not from a mouse.

The stockings were out, hung by the tree with care,

Mommy was wondering what she will put in there.

The truck was secure, all snug in it's spot,

Since there was no driving out of our parking lot.

Daddy sat with us, giving his computer a break,

While we watched a movie about the Grinch, what a snake.

Out in the yard, the snow and ice froze, 

"Bundle up!" the advice, "So you don't freeze your nose!"

Hot cider, and cocoa, and movies we shared,

Warm and cozy with family, the cold weather we fared.

The snow fell all day, oh how it accumulated, 

Until Daddy and the kids were totally elated.

While Mommy she wasn't nearly as excited,

Since the amount of gifts 'neath the tree was truly short sighted.

She worried about the kids on Christmas being upset,

And thought about tears making their jammies all wet.

Until Little Lizzie Sue so sweet and sincere,

Reminded Mommy the true reason for holiday cheer.

"A Child was born, a long time ago,

In a stable since there was no where for His parents to go.

To save the whole world He was laid in a manger so low,

Not for presents and gifts or a fancy home's light show.

Great purpose He had and to us they still teach,

The reason He came at church they still preach.

But so many miss it, so busy they are,

Rushing here and there, sometimes to never even leave the car!

So consumed we are with finding the perfect present,

We often forget and to God it must be extremely unpleasant.

His own Son He gave, the perfect sacrifice,

The only way for us to gain eternal life.

So don't worry to much about the gifts, Mommy,

No need to be so sad or feel sorry.

For you taught us the real reason,

For celebrating this season."

So stop what your doing, put those gift lists away.

Take a moment to remember why we have this holiday.

Open your hearts and get ready to listen,

To the story of Jesus and His holy mission.

The true Son of God, our Lord on high above

Sent to save us and teach us with unending love.

He lived as a human, just like me and you,

A challenge He faced, so much to do!

Temptations He faced, just like everyone will,

All in preparation to journey up that hill.

His life He laid down, forgiveness He pleaded,

From his Father for us, it was what was needed.

Three days he lay dead in a grave so hollow,

With His resurrection, to eternity He gave us a way to follow.

Our sins we confess, God's truth we believe,

Through His son, Jesus Christ, our earthly suffering relieved.

So as we rush here and there in the snow and the ice,

I feel I should say it would be quite nice,

If we remembered the truth and the reason,

Jesus Christ is why we celebrate this season.