This Poem was Submitted By: Mark D. Kilburn On Date: 2002-12-18 16:08:33 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Hark the Angels Sing

                                                                                                               The birth of Jesus Christ came one Christmas day;                      it came to the Virgin Mary, in a very special way.                      We fall out of touch with what it all means,                      and lose the meaning of Christmas                       in our own Christmas dreams.                      You know that it’s sad and I Know that it’s true,                                              lots of folks this Christmas, will only get blue.                      It will be all right and turn out okay;                      just remember who was born, on Christmas day.                      There’s a very poor man who lives across the ditch;                                         works all day for very little pay, but still his life is rich.                                          His beat-up house is calm, cozy and warm,                      so much love inside it can weather any storm.                                         Old folks reflect while the younger ones play,                      there’s always a ball game on Christmas day;                      as well as those hard earned Christmas tears,                      that dry as fast as the passing, of all our yester-years...                      Some people say that Santa is merely folklore,                      and then pay Santa money to work in their store.                      Santa Claus lives, but he lives in your mind,                      comes to life each year, right about this time.                      Christmas is giving and that’s all it’s about                      think of yourself and you’ve shut Christmas out.                      The spirit of Christmas is something to find,                      it is found in the hearts of those that are kind.                      The birth of Jesus Christ came on Christmas day;                      it came  to the Virgin Mary in a very special way.                      Don’t fall out of touch with what it all means,                      and lose the meaning of Christmas                      in your own Christmas dreams.                      Don’t look for Christmas inside of the mall,                      but pray Christmas prayers, for one and for all.                      Now go wipe away that sad Christmas tear;                      and start living Christmas, each day of the year.                                                                                                                         

Copyright © December 2002 Mark D. Kilburn


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