The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas 
when all through our house,
Our little cat Skittles
was chasing a mouse.
The children were dancing
filled with such joy,
At the thought that tomorrow
would bring them a toy.
The kids set out cookies
for fat old Saint Nick.
But it wasn’t too long
before the cat had a lick.
Off to their beds the kids
went with a fight.
They didn’t want to miss 
seeing Santa that night.
But something didn’t feel right
so I asked everyone.
While we laugh and have fun
aren’t we missing someone?
They thought for a moment,
then remembered His birth.
They remembered that baby
who came to this earth.
“It’s Jesus”, they shouted,
“tomorrow’s His day.
We can’t forget Jesus,
it’s His special day“.
So we gathered together,
a prayer we did say.
We thanked Him for coming
on that special day.
We promised our Jesus
right there on that spot.
That it’s His special day
and He won't get forgot.
So we all jumped in bed
and something felt right.
We remembered the reason
for Christmas that night.
It’s not seeing Santa,
although that is fun.
Not even the presents
that were wrapped one by one.
Christmas is Jesus,
and Christmas is here.
So we’ll celebrate Jesus
in our home this year.

Nancy Burr
Christmas 2003