It’s Christmas Eve | A Christmas Poem

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It’s Christmas Eve | A Christmas Poem©
from notwithoutmymorningcoffee.com

The snow softly falls outside
The sound of children laughing fills the air
The air that is so crisp, so cold
Yet filled with joy, excitement, anticipation

The stores are filled with anxious shoppers
Buying last minute items missed or forgotten
The cashiers count the minutes until the days end
When they too can join their families around a table or tree

It’s Christmas Eve
It’s that time again!
Its Christmas Eve

The woman of the house is making lists in her head
A list of everything to happen the next morn’
The man of the house is taking a snooze on the couch by the fire
Or maybe shovelling snow outside

A woman somewhere sits alone, with no family to hold
A man looks in an empty fridge, wishing for only food to eat
An orphaned child lays on a bed or floor, praying for someone nice appear
Some say with Christmas is joy, but for some Christmas has none

It’s Christmas Eve
It’s that time again!
Its Christmas Eve

Will you find someone to feed?
Will you find someone to welcome into your home?
Jesus said, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these
My brethren, you did it to Me

Its busy, we know, there’s much do
The list of tasks doesn’t end, only grows
Soon the holiday will be over, it’s temporary
What have you done this year to last beyond the season?

It’s Christmas Eve
It’s that time again!
Its Christmas Eve

It’s not too late, write a Christmas card to bless someone new
Bring some cookies to that neighbour, before you go, pray for them
Send money to that orphanage, now they can help more little ones
Or call up that someone whom you know who has no one

It’s Christmas Eve, yes!  It’s Christmas Eve!
What is better to give or receive?
We are blessed to bless, how big or how small
Oh how wondrous it is to give on Christmas and all year long

It’s Christmas Eve
It’s that time again!
Its Christmas Eve

7 thoughts on “It’s Christmas Eve | A Christmas Poem

  1. A woman somewhere sits alone, with no family to hold
    A man looks in an empty fridge, wishing for only food to eat
    An orphaned child lays on a bed or floor, praying for someone nice appear
    Some say with Christmas is joy, but for some Christmas has none.. wow! That’s so true, we get into ourselves so much we don’t care to even look at someone who needs us! It’s Christmas for few, whereas it’s survival for few!

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  2. I loved your poem, Amy! We need to reach out ~ you covered it all, the real meaning of Christmas and sharing goes far beyond. I love the challenge and ideas to spread Christmas cheer, especially to those that are sad and alone or even to someone that may just be needing to be touched with God’s love through a random act of kindness! Love Mom

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  3. Being a good neighbor, family or friend to someone with nothing much is challenging but in the end, Christmas becomes “real” and meaningful when we share. ❤
    Hope yours was extra special and wishing you the happiest new year, too. 🙂

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