With Christmas season over,
and presents put away -
with most the decorations packed...
what's wrong with life today?
My dead tree still is standing -
that I have yet to cast -
but cannot help but wonder -
has Christmas spirit passed?
That single, empty, simple frame,
is dead inside and out -
and seems to cloak the truth of what
pure 'Christmas' is about.
Although some evidence remains
with dead tree standing there,
needles scattered on the floor...
there's something in the air.
There's something that I'm missing.
There's something not routine -
and somewhere in this old dead tree -
there's something I've not seen.
Could I derive from hint and clue
if pieced, I could, together -
in my head, I wonder if -
I wonder - wonder whether...
Yes! My tree once held ornaments...
Another held a Man!
And long before mere presents came,
the gift of grace began!
A simple frame against the sky
in perfect silhouette -
a couple thousand years ago -
if we can see it yet...
see, by Jesus' sacrifice -
that all God's grace is free -
if we confess and humbly trust,
our Savior faithfully!
Last Christmas never ended,
as I walk along life's way -
I will forever, always
live Christmas every day!
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