( New take on an old theme.)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through God’s house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The Bibles were all placed in the pews with care,
In hopes that Jesus soon would be there.
The children were home all snug in their beds,
While visions of goodies danced in their heads.
And preacher’s wife just putting on her hat,
Getting ready to clean the church doormat.
When in the parking lot there arose such a noise,
I sprang from the pulpit to see what had annoyed.
Away to the door I flew in a flash,
Tore open the door as outside I dashed.
The moon was bright outside that night.
The light was coming from such a great height.
When, what to my astonished eyes should appear,
But a picture of Jesus really quite clear.
With raiment of purple and gold,
I knew in a moment I must be bold.
More rapid than doves His angels they came,
and they shouted at us each by name!
“Now Gary! now, Jerry! now, Ann and Jack!
Come, Warren! come, Samuel! Come, Patty and Cindy!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
On up to Heaven come one and all!”
As objects that before the wild wind fly,
When they meet with the wind, fly up in the sky.
So up to the church roof each of us flew,
With all the souls we could bring and Jesus too.
And then, suddenly, I heard on the roof
Jesus was praying and there was my proof.
He was alive, and was looking around,
Down to the parking lot he came without sound.
He was dressed in beauty, from His head to his foot,
And His clothes were all glowing and fashionably put.
A bundle of Bibles He had flung on His back,
And He looked like a peddler, just opening His pack.
His eyes they twinkle! His smile was so merry!
His cheeks were pink, and He wasn’t a bit scary!
His mouth was in a huge grin,
And He had a long white beard on his chin.
A little piece of candy He held in His teeth,
And He was carrying a large Christmas wreath.
He had a nice face and a small little grin,
He shook when He laughed, He knew where He’d been!
He was tall and slender, and looked like Himself
And I laughed when I saw Him myself!
A wink of His eye and a turn of His head,
Soon gave me to know I was not being mislead.
He spoke not a word, but went right to his work,
Handing out Bibles, then turned with a jerk.
And putting his finger beside of his nose,
And nodding His head, up to Heaven he rose!
He was fading from sight when He gave a whistle,
and away all the souls flew like a missile.
But I heard Him exclaim, ‘ere He was gone from sight,
“Thank you for celebrating my birthday this night!”