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Christmas Season Is For The Celebration Of Jesus` Birth

Christmas music’s in the air…children playing everywhere
happiness fills our hearts with a desire to give and share.
Santa’s and reindeer’s set on roof tops…flicker and glitter
Christmas decorations in windows shimmers and glimmers.
The naivety scenes are as real as life…
causes` people to glare and favor the beautiful sights.

Lit up angels posed on lawns…move their heads to and fro
Santa’s standing here and there, waving at people on the go.
Stuffed stockings hang in the malls and holiday shops,
people are shopping until they’re ready to drop.
I spotted a Santa looking like a wide mouthed frog
a red belly stuffed like a big fat hog’s.

Parents and children pushing and shoving in the malls
others drag bags through narrow aisles, hitting walls.
Children screaming and grabbing everything in sight
it’s such a pity because they’re going to start a fight.
Shelves are packed with toys, trains, airplanes too
there’s items on shelves for all the children to do.

Bakeries full of cookies, candies, pies, different good things
smells drift about causes people to hum and begin to sing.
Santa sits upon his throne as children scream, “I want to go home!”
Mother rushes to its side to let it know it’s not there alone.
Robots walk in constant stares and on auto pilot…they don’t care
looking and searching for items they want to give and to share.

People rush around for the biggest holiday of the year
wishes for pleasing to ward off worries and tears.
It’s Christmas Season, the greatest season filled with cheer…
a day to celebrate the birth of Jesus, a gift, precious and dear.
A baby boy born to Mary and Joseph in a far-off-land…
the greatest gift conveyed to the world by the Great I Am.

The scene was stark and moving as they looked on…
“The Son of God,” had “certainly” been born.
Mary knew the secret of which He truly was…
a helpless baby boy in a manager filled with love.
The “true” meaning of Christmas had been born
offering a gift of eternal life to each and every one.

Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2011 – Use by Permission Only

Barbara K. Smith: Barbara Kasey Smith was born in Affinity, West Virginia. She was raised in a coal-mining town of Crab Orchard, West Virginia. Barbara worked for the federal government for thirty-one plus years. She enjoys reading, writing, the theater and her family and friends. Barbara loves to write poetry and opinion articles and she has been published in several anthologies, magazines, and Internet reviews. She has had four books published. She enjoys her husband and Jack Russell terrier, Miss Daisy, to be in the room as she writes because it gives her the feeling it enhances her ability to attain her best writing moments.
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