Christmas Eve Memories

In the corner of the closet

by some shoes that have no laces

sits a pair of golden slippers

and a picture with eight faces

There’s the mommy and the daddy

sisters Jo and Lyn and Judy

In the background is the kitchen,

Then, there’s Bev and Pam and me.

In the hands of our good father

is the bible turned to Matthew

Mother holds a burning candle

Givng light for Dad to read

It’s the story of a couple and a child

that have no shelter, who need a bed

and some cattle gently lowing

But there’s no fear, not here, no dread.

There are people gathered round them

dressed in clothes of finest silk

bearing gifts of gold and myrrh

But the babe drinks mothers milk.

There’s a part about some taxes,

and a reference to a star.

There’s a choir of holy angels

singing carols where they are.

This is Christmas and the Christ child

come to save this crazy world

bringing hope and love and laughter

that’s what the season’s for.

Merry Christmas every body

May your every dream come true.

May the love that you pass out

be redoubled back to you.

©Herb Ratliff, December 4, 2012, All Rights Reserved