Christmas Day

A reason to smile
the season to give
travel a snowey mile
to where grandma lives.

Music is played
eggnog and rum
our day is made
Santa's work is done.

Stockings are filled
presents under the tree
kids are thrilled
as their names they see.

Wrappings they tear
ribbons and bows
no one has a care
as the anticipation grows.

Children are surprised
at whats inside
no longer disguised
the joy they can't hide.

Santa and his sleigh
brought all this treasure
kids are at play
their love you can't measure.

Then I look upon the tree
at the cross which it is adorned
the true meaning is revealed to me
Christ our lord he is born.

by rich jackson