Twas the night
before Christmas as I walked through the
house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
mouse.
The presents had been wrapped and
placed under the tree
I paused, tired,
excited, and then giggled with glee.
The
stockings were hanging and were beautifully
filled
No one had been forgotten, though the
credit card was billed.
As I looked at the
scene with the stockings on the ledge.
I
noticed one was empty, the one on the
edge.
Where's the Spirit of Christmas?
What have I done?
The childrens stockings are
all full, except for this one
It was the
stocking intended for the child of
Bethlehem.
The White stocking for Jesus that
was hung up by them.
Of all the people at
Christmas, that might be forgotten
How could
I not remember the Fathers Only
Begotten?
Only He had been left out of the
festivities.
As we planned and prepared all,
for our families.
As I pondered, I
realised this just was not right!
It was His
birth that was being celebrated, after this
night
I resolved then and there to remember
the Lord
And quickly made changes that were
easy to afford.
I hung the white stocking
in a special place in our home.
And corrected
the atmosphere to provide a more spiritual
tone.
On Christmas morning I gathered the
family together
And each of us wrote on a
special piece of paper,
We gave Jesus a
gift which we placed in the stocking.
A
sincere change of heart, not there for the
mocking.
The white stocking hung in our home
as a symbol for us
Of the true meaning of
Christmas, the Saviour, The Lord Jesus
So
take your white stocking and hang it with
pride
Remember the Saviour, put his gift
inside.
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