Christmas Spirit a poem
Created | Updated Nov 27, 2003
I was a friend of the baby Jesus.
Travelling long and far, bearing gifts both rich and rare.
Gold frankincense and Myrrh, were brought before him, the greatest gift of all was that of Love!
Today I beckon to Jesus and do his bidding, bringing gifts every year to all who wish to receive.
Not now the riches that money can buy, but the riches that a king's ransom cannot gain.
The tear of happiness, a cry of laughter on Christmas morn, or just simple words. "thank you"
I will live as long as children's hearts both young and old are filled with the joy and love of Christmas time.
Lightman.