Christmas Joy

Dear Lord, I’m feeling down today,

The bills are stacked up high;

With Christmas just two weeks away,

Our bank account’s run dry.

The kids have all presented lists

Of things they want to see;

I hope and pray there’s nothing missed

Beneath our Christmas tree.

But I don’t have the money for

Expensive clothes and toys;

My credit card can’t take much more –

Lord, where’s my Christmas joy?

Perhaps it’s wrapped up in that hug

My daughter gave this morn;

Or stacked with wood my son did lug

To keep us nice and warm.

Perhaps it’s in my oldest’s eyes

When he comes home on break

And sees I’ve baked those pumpkin pies

He wanted me to make.

Perhaps it’s in the tired lines

Around my husband’s eyes.

Perhaps in love that’s grown with time

I’ve found the greater prize.

A friend who gives a hearty smile,

And cupboards that aren’t bare;

And, even if they aren’t in style,

I’ve got some clothes to wear.

A family who believes in me

In all things, great and small –

Dear God, I think I finally see

I am not poor at all.

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

- Matthew 6:21 (RSV)

                     

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