It is the day after Christmas and all through the house,
Not a person was stirring, not even that mouse.
The stockings that were hung by the chimney with care,
Were empty and worn from the use and the wear.
The children were sleeping, snug in their beds,
While the same visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Mama in her new pajamas and I in my cap, were just awaking from the night's cool nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to that window, I flew like a flash,
Flipped open the curtains and lifted up the sash.
The morning dew was glistening as the sun filled the sky,
What was this clammering I could hear nearby.
When, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a garbage truck with two men on the rear.
With the same old driver, so brash and so bold,
He yelled to his helpers, "hurry up, I'm cold".
They stopped at each house to empty the cans,
Of yesterday's surprises, the boxes and pans.
As they continued their work going down the street,
I thought of the remnants they were putting in their heap.
Presents so sought after in stores everywhere,
Where now nothing but paper and boxes to spare.
The kids all excited as they opened them up,
Have already put them away to collect dust.
The hours we spent looking for that perfect gift,
Seems wasted somehow annoyed and miffed.
This day when lights will begin coming off the tree
And homes everywhere will lose their bows and holly.
People will return to work as the days before,
Has anything really changed? Could there be more?
I remember a manger scene down the street,
That seemed to have a lasting message to speak.
There was a baby there that took the stage,
With wise men and shepherds and gifts for the babe.
Have we missed the true meaning of this special season?
Is there more to Christmas than shopping? What's the reason?
The baby in the manger was the gift!
Not the ones we share as we get all huffied and miffed.
We worry about receipts and whether others will like,
but the gift is for all, everyone alike.
The presents we gave will seem the scatter,
But the one from our Heavenly Father, will really matter.
For there will be another day, just like the one years ago,
When people will be busy and no one will know.
When Jesus will return for His people,
And only those that know Him will rise above the steeples.
His word says He will come back,
I know I'll be ready, I know for a fact!
But what about others, on this day after morn,
Do they know the true story? Do we care? Are we torn?
As I got dressed for the new day,
I prayed that God would show me the way.
To be a guiding light to those around
That need to hear the good news, so they too could be found.
This day after Christmas is a new start for me,
I know my New Year will have purpose and glee.
For I have a message to share
That has meaning and purpose beyond compare.
Christmas can be empty without the right gift.
However, Jesus was for all, not a legend or myth.
So take opportunity to share His great story
Of love and peace from here on earth to eternal glory.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Not a person was stirring, not even that mouse.
The stockings that were hung by the chimney with care,
Were empty and worn from the use and the wear.
The children were sleeping, snug in their beds,
While the same visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Mama in her new pajamas and I in my cap, were just awaking from the night's cool nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to that window, I flew like a flash,
Flipped open the curtains and lifted up the sash.
The morning dew was glistening as the sun filled the sky,
What was this clammering I could hear nearby.
When, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a garbage truck with two men on the rear.
With the same old driver, so brash and so bold,
He yelled to his helpers, "hurry up, I'm cold".
They stopped at each house to empty the cans,
Of yesterday's surprises, the boxes and pans.
As they continued their work going down the street,
I thought of the remnants they were putting in their heap.
Presents so sought after in stores everywhere,
Where now nothing but paper and boxes to spare.
The kids all excited as they opened them up,
Have already put them away to collect dust.
The hours we spent looking for that perfect gift,
Seems wasted somehow annoyed and miffed.
This day when lights will begin coming off the tree
And homes everywhere will lose their bows and holly.
People will return to work as the days before,
Has anything really changed? Could there be more?
I remember a manger scene down the street,
That seemed to have a lasting message to speak.
There was a baby there that took the stage,
With wise men and shepherds and gifts for the babe.
Have we missed the true meaning of this special season?
Is there more to Christmas than shopping? What's the reason?
The baby in the manger was the gift!
Not the ones we share as we get all huffied and miffed.
We worry about receipts and whether others will like,
but the gift is for all, everyone alike.
The presents we gave will seem the scatter,
But the one from our Heavenly Father, will really matter.
For there will be another day, just like the one years ago,
When people will be busy and no one will know.
When Jesus will return for His people,
And only those that know Him will rise above the steeples.
His word says He will come back,
I know I'll be ready, I know for a fact!
But what about others, on this day after morn,
Do they know the true story? Do we care? Are we torn?
As I got dressed for the new day,
I prayed that God would show me the way.
To be a guiding light to those around
That need to hear the good news, so they too could be found.
This day after Christmas is a new start for me,
I know my New Year will have purpose and glee.
For I have a message to share
That has meaning and purpose beyond compare.
Christmas can be empty without the right gift.
However, Jesus was for all, not a legend or myth.
So take opportunity to share His great story
Of love and peace from here on earth to eternal glory.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
