By Deborah F. Sounart, Kenai
From long and dusty donkey ride
To lowly manger does babe lie,
O little King —
Angels will sing
The Prince of Peace with us abides.
Not to palace nor castle strong
Not to riches did he belong,
A simple man —
Who worked his hands
A plan of grace His royal song.
Tribe of Judah not e’er the least
E’en tho you birthed his lordship meek,
Oh, such Good News!
With thus He woos —
to His eterna banquet feast.
The Story of My Christmas Tree
By Norm Olson, Nikiski
I wanted this Christmas to be special
Since Jesus had made me whole.
So why not tell others, I thought to myself
How He saved my sin-blackened soul?
But what in the trappings of this festive day
Could I use to help others see?
I pondered the question till the thought finally came;
Why not the Christmas tree?
Well, I searched high and low for just the right tree
To stand this year in my home,
But not in the forest where most of them grew;
The one I looked for must grow alone.
I found such a tree; It was unlovely and plain,
With branches all twisted and knurled.
It was bent, bruised, and weathered, yet it would explain
Why Christ came into this world.
For Christ came not for the righteous and just
But for lonely lost sinners like me.
And he searched high and low for the unlovely ones,
As I had for that old Christmas tree.
Then I adorned it with gold, with silver, and lights
Till its ugliness finally was hid.
Till it stood there arrayed in a beautiful robe
Testifying of what Jesus did.
For Christ took the sinful, the wretched, the blind,
The lonely, the downcast, the lost,
And said “Come unto me for a robe of pure white
Is yours and offered without cost.”
For He paid the price on Calvary’s hill!
He declared that his plan was done!
He now offers pardon and cleansing to all
Who by simple faith will come.
Yes, that worthless old tree I brought in this year
Is a witness of God’s grace so free.
So my friends, if you’re fearful, or lonely, lost,
Hear the story of my Christmas tree.
By Bill Lowe, Sterling
It’s a welcomed invite,
seeing the front yard draped in fresh snow.
With stars sparkling bright,
each flake seems to twinkle and glow.
A blanket of pleasure, a Christmas delight;
‘tis a childlike desire to never outgrow.
It’s a cold winter sight,
the blessings of an Aurora Borealis show.
Each dancing Northern Light
is welcomed like kisses beneath mistletoe.
Too brilliant to measure, a Christmas delight;
‘tis like a painting by Vincent van Gogh.
‘twas a shining starlight
high above Bethlehem, years ago;
on that glorious Holy Night
lay little baby Jesus in a manger below.
A heavenly treasure, a Christmas delight;
‘tis a gift of Love only God could bestow.
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year,
with Christmas Delight.
The Presence of Christmas
By Dave Thompson, Kenai
Giving to others just what they might need.
Forgiving our brethren for unanswered deed.
Caring and sharing, the joy of it all
The presence of Christmas, our promising call.
Ribbons, boxes, wrappers, and bow
Contain not the gracious gift that we know
For Testaments told of a coming new King
God’s perfect Son, so the angels did sing.
That night, so holy, in Bethlehem lay
Lord Jesus, just born, asleep on the hay.
While stars overhead cast beacons of light
To herald the King, what a glorious sight.
Like no other child, his wisdom and thought
From whence came the Gospel, God’s word that he taught
He gathered, he prayed for, he healed, and he fed
His fellowman by the ways that he led.
From then till now, God’s word has been clear
He gave us his son, to guide us through fear.
Though his years were short, etched in granite His call.
To forgive us our sins and give us life’s all.
‘Twas his life of giving for us to believe
In his gift of eternal life we’ll receive
Our escape from bondage and death were we snatched
By His perfect gift with no strings attached.
So Jesus, Lord Jesus our peace and our joy
You granted each day of our lives to employ.
Our hope and our faith by your name do we call
For the presence of Christmas you gave to us all.
Christmas in Retirement
By Gaye LaRane, Kenai
Small ceramic Christmas tree
with lighted glass ornaments.
Latch-hook rug of church steeples
with Bethlehem Star shining above.
Hand crafted projects from loved ones
displayed on walls and shelves.
Colorful cards received over decades
wishing Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Memories and photos of loved ones
trimming trees, making gifts and baking cookies.
Christmas now allows more freedom
to appreciate the simple truths.
Christmas in Retirement is a thankful spirit
with more joy, more peace and love.
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