Christmas Gifts Poem by Shaun Cronick

Kneeling many years ago,
In a stable bare.
Wise men proferred gifts of love,
To the Baby there.

Through the ages passed since then,
Gifts have been a part,
Of the wondrous Christmas Day,
Given from the heart.

We sit down and make a list,
With many a wistful thought.
That the gift we give may show our love,
Not just be a present bought.

As we wander through the busy shops,
Filled with Christmas rush.
We wonder if we can recall,
That sacred Christmas hush.

But when packages are brightly wrapped,
The glitter on the tree.
The nuts are placed in fancy jars,
For everyone to see.

Suddenly it's Christmas Eve,
And the sacred Christmas story.
Re-enters every willing heart,
To let us share the glory.

And we give our gifts with thankful hearts,
That the tiny Babe was born.
In the manger bare in Bethlehem,
That first bright Christmas morn.