"'Twas the day after Christmas

and all through the room

Strewn wrappings were crying

for use of a broom.

The children were scattered

the friends' gifts exploring

Since now most of theirs

were broken or boring.

All tummies still stuffed

from the fabulous feast;

Leftovers would serve

for one month at least.

And mama and papa

were the countryside ranging,

Those unwanted gifts

returned or exchanging.

Yes Christmas is past

with its bustle and noise—

Sales and carols

Santas and toys.

Decorations are packed

the yule tree's discarded

The holiday's over

just as we got started

To celebrate peace

and the meaning of giving

To discover real love

and the purpose for living.

Dear Jesus please help us

to stop and remember

That you came to earth

not just for December.

But from birth in a manger

to death on a cross

You gave up your glory

and counted it loss.

So now as we trust You—

God’s only Son—

The real celebration

has only begun!

Copyright 2007 Dave Veerman. Permission is granted to send this to others, with attribution, but not for commercial purposes."

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