If Messiah fills the air waves and our arms are getting sore
From the Christmas cards we've written, but we've still a whole lot more,
Yet we're feeling jolly, hanging lights and holly on the door,
The secret's out, there is no doubt, it's Christmas time once more.
If the family's acting funny and we're fuming just a bit
While we're hunting for the bunting that will surely be a hit,
Christmas shopping has us hopping, we're about to lose our wits,
And the object that's a project has turned out to be the pits.
If we have no whammy bunting, only clammy hands and sighs
'Cause we're sick of spending money. Isn't funny, isn't wise.
So we go into a huddle, still we muddle, agonize,
While our dreams of finding "perfect" self-destruct before our eyes.
If we'll pitch the lists and flowcharts, let our hearts start thinking small,
No more reading. What we're needing won't be found within a Mall.
All the best stuff is the real stuff. Nothing changes, after all,
It's still love that makes gifts matter, 'spite of chattter in the hall.
So at Christmas time and all the time, this wish comes from my heart,
May great joy reign. May all your pain and all your stress depart,
And may every day be one you say, "I cannot wait to start!"
Then at day's end, let Christ, our friend, speak peace deep in your heart.
For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders, and he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. --Isaiah 9:6) (Jesus said) Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. --ohn 14:17
So . . . Merry Christ-mas!
Lovingly,
Lenore
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