Christmas Morning….

 374953874_65f00a50ed“Santa came”His young voice cried
“without a trace!” ( Someone had lied).
Yes, my son, the old man came
but we both know it’s just a game.
“Can we open our presents now?”said he
“i’ve waited oh so long to see”
Yes, we shall but first let’s pray
It’s more than  just a Holiday…
Santa Claus is not the one
who gave me You, my only son…
“He’s too small to understand”
grandma said, patting my hand..
“Santa Claus is all he knows,
He’ll learn the truth, as he grows”
yet, though my Mother raised me well
I have stumbled, Yes, i fell
I want to do the best i can
to raise this boy to a wise old man..
Suddenly a soft voive said
As if He was inside my head
“if the boy learns on his own
too many years he’s walked alone
time and truth are best at hand
to raise this boy to a wise old man..
For though he be wisest of them all
all could  stumble, all can fall…”

Poem and picture by Connetta Jean
This poem was Re-written as a Christmas poem…It was written in 1980…Published as a Easter Poem..santa-004

~ by connetta on December 25, 2012.

One Response to “Christmas Morning….”

  1. I love this poem and oh how it speaks the truth,we can’t leave the teaching of our little ones to time and the world,they are our responsibility..All tho as a grandma I can see the other side,wanting to let them be little as long as we can..But not is this rough old world.. c

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