Of Christmas Joy
by Gregory M. Lousignont, Ph.D.
'Tis the time of the season when the question seems to always be the same
Where did this year go? We take so much for granted, it's truly a shame
Bureaucrats find excuses to claim we must keep religion and government apart
But, it is us dear friends, that will not let the true meaning of Christmas be torn from our heart
It is not about Santa, or Elves, Sugar Plums, Sleighs, Candy Canes or Snow
It is about the little Baby Jesus born to Mary and Joseph in a stable so very long ago
He came to show us love and how we should treat one another
His sacrifice was divine, to save us from our sins there could be no other
This Christmas, as we look around our home with all the decorations of the season
We should pause and remember every decoration has a meaning
by Gregory M. Lousignont, Ph.D.
'Tis the time of the season when the question seems to always be the same
Where did this year go? We take so much for granted, it's truly a shame
Bureaucrats find excuses to claim we must keep religion and government apart
But, it is us dear friends, that will not let the true meaning of Christmas be torn from our heart
It is not about Santa, or Elves, Sugar Plums, Sleighs, Candy Canes or Snow
It is about the little Baby Jesus born to Mary and Joseph in a stable so very long ago
He came to show us love and how we should treat one another
His sacrifice was divine, to save us from our sins there could be no other
This Christmas, as we look around our home with all the decorations of the season
We should pause and remember every decoration has a meaning