Twas the party for Christmas, as I worked in my house

Cooking and cleaning in my favorite red blouse

Dinner was waiting now cooked with love and care

I must set the table, family soon will be here

My children running with glee all around

As they laughed and they giggled, what a beautiful sound

I stopped to looked at the food, I had made

Grateful for provisions that He had gave

When outside my door I heard quite the chatter

I peeked out my window to see what was the matter

One by one, my family they were out there

I opened the door, saying come on in here

The winter chill nipped, from the cold bitter snow

Yet somehow beauty was what it did show

When what to my ears, should I hear

Presents, presents everywhere

Its all about gifts, under that tree, I heard someone say

I felt some excitement, start to go away

More rapid than eagles, presents were tossed

Somewhere in the greed, the point got lost

This present, that present, this one must be mine

I started to realize that we are Christmas blind

All the wanting, all its, all about me

Only thinking of the presents under that tree

Dinner had been served, bellies were full to the brim

In all the wants, did we forget about Him?

As the family gathered to say their goodbyes

Something in me felt empty, so I began to cry

In just that moment I heard a familiar voice

In the distance was a child, who remembered to rejoice

He stood up tall, louder he then began to sing

That Christmas is not, all about things

This boy stood up proud and tall

Standing above the rest, though quite little and quite small

It seemed that his true joy tuned out the rest

As he sang of all the ways he was blessed

His eyes were merry as he sang an old familiar tune

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, echoed through the room

The Savior is born, the greatest gift received

I realized this was just, what we did need

The praises he sang, about our Lord and Savior

How on this birthday, he was born in a manger

The joy of his music, reminded me what I forgot

That its not about the wants, the gifts, no its not

Beside the boy I began to sing along

The meaning of Christmas, reminded in a song

A wink of the boy’s eye, as I then turned my head

I felt sudden peace, no more Christmas dread

The boy continued to sing Jesus’ Birthday songs

Before I knew it, all were singing along

Then the boys’ hands slowly came together to pray

On bended knee, I heard him say

Lord, we thank you, for sending your son to be born on this day

So someday He would die, to take our sins away

I took the boys’ hand, as family left and drove out of sight

Happy Christmas Mama he said, and to all a goodnight

Erin Fitts-Brower

Twas the party for Christmas…

Luke 2:11 NKJV

For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.