(a poem given to me by a friend at mom's work Noelle Hunt)
I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving.
The thrill just wasn't there.
No pictures taken with Santa Claus, My
decorating has no flair.
His presents are shoes, shirts, and
ties, two suits and socks....no fun.
I've bought him all white clothes
because.....
This year We're giving Christ our son.
I've spent more time in the temple, my
testimony stirred.
I've reread November's Ensign, Felt
strength come from His words.
Our family prays more frequently. My
tears are quick to run.
Abraham seems closer because,
This year We're giving Christ our son.
I wonder how those Lamanite mothers,
gave their sons to war?
Or how the pioneers chose Zion, their
sacrifice was so much more.
My loss will be his presence, I'll miss
his smile a ton
For two years we will pray for him,
We're giving Christ our son.
I stare at his face when he's not
looking. I memorize his eyes, their shine.
He's always hungered for the part of
him, that makes his soul divine.
The stories and lessons he always
heard, His choice and mine are one.
I'll put my faith in Gods' hand,
This year, We're giving Him our son.
Past gifts have lost their glitter; I
think I finally understand
Christ's birth should be celebrated by
giving Him a hand.
It's because I know Christ lives and
reigns that all his packing's done.
My gift has taken years to make,
This year.....We're giving Christ our
son.
I know there's One who understands, the
sacrifice I'm making.
Who knows the gift I willingly give,
The toll it will be taking.
For He has done it all before, Greater
love-there could be none.
For years ago God gave to me, His only
begotten son.
The hands I washed, The hands I held,
The hands I taught to pray;
Now knock on doors to find the ones who
will listen to what he'll say.
Because I know Christ needs him, Until
all the gathering's done,
My gift has taken years to make,
This year......We're giving Christ our
son!!