Cash, Cards and Christmas

Such a nice bunch of gifts,
Wrapped up with a bow.
I'd like to slow down,
But I'm afraid I must go.

Department stores call,
And the sales surely won't last.
I can't wait till this holiday,
Is lodged in my past.

I've used all my cash,
And most of my card.
But how could I resist,
That thing for my yard?

It's getting so bad,
Not nearly so fun,
As I seem to recall,
When I was so young.

Christmas is for children,
That must be the case.
For Christmas for me,
Is mearly a race.

When did it change?
And why? I don't know.
But something is missing,
And it's not just the snow.

My heart yearns for more,
And then settles for less.
Could it be I have forgotten?
That Christmas means rest.

In knowing that Jesus
Came to earth as a Baby.
And He wants me to follow
And not just say maybe.

So keep your cash handy,
Let your card lay in peace,
Share Jesus with others,
Let His Spirit increase.


- Glenn A. Hascall -

[ by: Glenn A. Hascall Copyright © 2003 (cmi@prairieweb.com) -- submitted by Glenn Hascall ]