by Jeanne W. Rosenberger
I saw Christmas…
It was a beautiful thing to see.
It was all red and green, and sparkly in colour.
It was tinseled stars, snow-clad hills, and scented pine trees.
It was gay packages, colored lights, happy Santas, and prancing reindeer.
It was stuffed turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie and wished-for electric trains.
It was a stocking hung by the chimney, a sleepy little boy, a warm crackling fire.
It was a humble bed of straw, a radiant Mother, a beautiful baby.
I heard Christmas…
As greetings were exchanged over the counter, and along the street.
I heard Christmas, form the choir as it was practicing a cantata from a group of carolers as they lifted their voices in the glorious harmony of “Silent Night.”
I heard Christmas in the scuff of sandaled feet as Shepherds and Wise Men crossed the fields to enter Bethlehem, bearing their treasured gifts.
I felt Christmas…
It was a beautiful thing to feel.
I felt it all around me and it enfolded me as a warm, soft cloak.
I felt it in the very cold tingle of the air.
I felt it in the mass of humanity moving around me in a closer walk of brotherhood, where quarrels are forgotten--wrongs righted--and a smile on the face of all.
I felt Christmas in the very presence of the New Born King.
I felt Him so near, I could almost touch the hem of His garment.
I felt the true meaning and the Spirit of Christmas, as it renewed itself in each man’s heart.
I felt that life and death again held purpose and meaning through the birthday of a King!
I saw Christmas…I heard Christmas…I felt Christmas…
And I knew that, once again there would be “Peace on Earth, Good will towards all men.”
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