Getting up as a boy on an early Christmas morning
Checking if Santa had come during the night
Waking up mom and dad and tearing into the presents before light
Mom making breakfast and reading the Christmas story.
Taking more joy in giving the present that getting one
Though I was grateful for every present that was given
Wondering about the magic of Christmas and that was living
Thinking how did Santa deliver all the gifts till all was done.
All those treasured memories when we put our differences aside
Sometimes travelling to the mountains were we just were in God’s peace
No matter if it was warm or a deep freeze
Where we took in Christmas Eve service and sang silent night.
My sister and I always were fascinated with the Christmas tree
The ornaments mom had us put on every year
She would say what will Santa bring my dear
Knowing the real meaning of Jesus’s birth and in Him we are free.
Christmas has changed as the family is grown
But the meaning of the season and my memories of the season
To be thankful for family, friends and baby Jesus the most blessed reason
That we celebrate the prophecy to be fulfilled and known.
By Ty Stingel
December 13, 2013