Christ at Christmas
Last night I dreamed that Jesus came to our house Christmas day!
He watched us celebrate, and go about our merry way.
He smiled as gifts were given out from underneath the tree,
And thanked us for some presents we had wrapped so carefully.
He sat down at our Christmas feast and quietly dined with us;
Spoke calmly when some milk was spilled, and when kids raised a fuss.
In every way he fit right in, just one of the family—
We felt at ease, for he was kind and gentle as could be.
I asked him, when the day was done, if there were some way He
Would wish for us to celebrate our Christmas differently.
He said, “Dear friend, I’m pleased that you would celebrate my birth,
I’ve made no laws to govern how you keep this day on earth.
“But just hear this—avoid excess, in mirth or spending spree.
Give to those who are in need, and do remember Me.”
Last night I dreamed that Jesus came to our house Christmas Day.
Since then I’ve prayed, “Lord, help us keep a holier holiday.”
--Jay M. Richardson