early but thought
the day before Christmas
all through the house
puppies are squeaking An old rubber mouse.
wreath which had merrily
on the door Is scattered in pieces
over the floor. The stockings that hung In a neat little
boast a hole in each one of the toes.
tree was subjected
now, although splendid,
missing some limbs.
catch them and hold them.
"Be good", I insist. They lick me, then run off To see what
And now as I watch them The thought comes to me,
their's is the spirit
That Christmas should be.
children and puppies
show us the way, And teach us the joy That should come with this day?
they bring the message
tell us that, most of all
GOD MADE ME
I think God saw how much trouble we go through sometimes, seemingly
alone, and he took a large dose of His unconditional love, wrapped
a bit of silky fur, put a couple of adoring eyes on it, added a cute little
button nose, a tongue for wet kisses and a waggy little tail. He
made it big enough to cuddles and not so big that it would overwhelm even
the smallest child. Then He breathed His Breath of life into it,
sent it downwith His angels and gave it to the world so that we would always
have a little of Him around to remind us that weare loved.