
Paapa and I do awesome things on Christmas Day. Do you?
I have a poem that I'd like to share, it's just coming out of my head now, so bear with me. I would like to entitle this:
When Can We Open The Presents?
A little toddler, no more than four
Can hardly be expected to wait much more
Why must they wake up early, and celebrate late?
When can we open the presents?
Patience was a virtue quickly learned
To survive through unabated anticipation
It was time that was killing their elation
"When can we open the presents?"
Year after year, it continued thus
Children impatient with enduring parents:
"But we must tell the story
Before we can open the presents!"
What story is this?
A story the children heard time after time?
A savior had come, yes, in flesh on this day
But they knew this already, so why the delay?
It was so they never forgot
The evil, the chaos man had wrought
Upon the bride, the mother of all,
And the groom who came to take the fall.
And as the years wore on
The question was not:
"When can we open the presents?"
It became:
"Why do we have presents?"
For the children finally saw
What their parents had wanted.
Christmas wasn't about the gifts to be received
It was about the gift freely given.
When can we open the presents?
I simply do not care
For I have a savior,
And that's the best present out there.
Merry Christmas everyone!
When Can We Open The Presents?
A little toddler, no more than four
Can hardly be expected to wait much more
Why must they wake up early, and celebrate late?
When can we open the presents?
Patience was a virtue quickly learned
To survive through unabated anticipation
It was time that was killing their elation
"When can we open the presents?"
Year after year, it continued thus
Children impatient with enduring parents:
"But we must tell the story
Before we can open the presents!"
What story is this?
A story the children heard time after time?
A savior had come, yes, in flesh on this day
But they knew this already, so why the delay?
It was so they never forgot
The evil, the chaos man had wrought
Upon the bride, the mother of all,
And the groom who came to take the fall.
And as the years wore on
The question was not:
"When can we open the presents?"
It became:
"Why do we have presents?"
For the children finally saw
What their parents had wanted.
Christmas wasn't about the gifts to be received
It was about the gift freely given.
When can we open the presents?
I simply do not care
For I have a savior,
And that's the best present out there.
Merry Christmas everyone!
2 comments:
Well peter and I did something awesome too on Christmas day.... we set up and listened to a 5.1 surround sound system...haha I like your poem man, good job. :P
ah did you? That's pretty cool, don't know if it deserves cool points though :P. Thanks, by the way.
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