You Want the Perfect Christmas

perfect christmas

Have you ever thought you could achieve the perfect Christmas?

Pull it all off without glitches?

Give everyone the exact gift they want?

I’ve wished for it. Thought on it. But never truly achieved it.

Is the perfect Christmas a possibility?

You Want The Perfect Christmas

You want the perfect Christmas?

To keep the traditions

You coordinate renditions

Of colorful gift wrap and ribbons.

“Twas the night” is included

No dance of the Nutcracker excluded.

Yet they don’t fulfill.

They simply spill

A few sprinkles of temporary happiness

Like the sugar cookies baked from scratch,

You catch a momentary glimpse of joy

Then it’s gone.

 

You search for the perfect gift.

Avoiding the snuggies,

A Red Rider won’t work,

Yet you can’t shirk

This once a year opportunity to please

The ones you love

How hard can it be?

 

You strive for holiday bliss.

The Christmas bells ring;

Lovely carols you sing

Because you have no doubt

that the best way to spread Christmas cheer

Is singing loud for all to hear.

Yet your soul feels worse

Your spirit perhaps cursed

And your heart as small and unfulfilled

As the Grinch in his sled on top of the hill.

 

You want the perfect Christmas?

He waits for you at the stable

See him lying as a babe in a manger

His life laid down for you a stranger

His birth

His blood

His joy

All for you and it all began with

The Perfect Christmas.

Don’t miss it.

Relive it.

Soak it in.

Be renewed in Him.

When you get what it means

To have the perfect Christmas,

Then truly

It’s a wonderful life.

 

Silent Night Spoken Word from Cypress Church on Vimeo.

‘Twas the Plight Before Christmas- A Re-post

‘Twas the plight before Christmas, when all through the house

Everything was stirring, perhaps even a mouse;

The stockings were barely hanging by a thread  without care,

Because of the little hands that wouldn’t leave them there;

The children were wild and dancing with glee,

They truly were hyper, playing the Wii;

And Daddy’s still shopping, and I heave a big sigh,

There’s so much to do when Christmas is nigh.

When down in my heart there arose such a clatter,

I  had to examine, to see what was the matter.

Away to the Bible I flew like a flash,

Tore open the pages and read in a dash.

The Light that it shed was wondrously bright,

Gave the Reason for the season on this dark night.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a manger of hay, and the Baby so dear,

With the young Virgin Mary, so strong and brave,

I was reminded again that He came to save.

More rapid than eagles His promises, they came,

And He spoke to me, after all, He knows my name;

“Now, dear child, you’re indulging in all the wrong glee;

For Christmas is not about stuff; it’s about me!

Oh, your house can look nice and your bathroom so clean,

But don’t let it pass and think ‘What did it mean?’

As your heart looks to Jesus and you wonder at His birth,

Remember to tell others while you’re here on this earth.”

So down to the computer my fingers they flew,

With a heart full of joy, since Jesus loves you.

And then, in a twinkling, I typed on the blog

Christmas isn’t about the crazy Yuletide log.

As I read the greatest story of love ever told,

Down from Heaven came Jesus, the Son of God, bold.

He was wrapped in swaddling clothes, from his head to his toe,

And his roommates were cattle, though they lay low;

A bundle of joy He portrayed to His mother,

But He looked like a newborn, similar to others.

His eyes – how they squinted.  His skin- how it sagged.

His face was all puffy; His outfit was ragged.

His tiny little mouth was verging on screams,

And the sweet baby wanted his mama, it seemed.

His mama was holding the very Son of God,

As into the stable the shepherds did trod.

He had a baby face and a special bright glow,

As God was made flesh on this earth below.

He was God and man, a unique combination,

And was sent to fulfill the plan of salvation;

Faultless He was and blameless through strife,

He died on the cross so that we could have life.

He spoke every word, with unmistakable presence,

And loves all the world with undeniable essence,

And laying His life down for you and for me,

He gave up the ghost, so that we could be free.

He sprang from the grave, He rose from the dead!

He conquered death’s sting and is risen instead!

So THIS is the reason we celebrate with much ado,

“Merry Christmas to all, and Jesus loves you.”