The Holiest Day

Our Jesus Christ was born in a stable
yet it was paradise come to Earth then.
The holy Baby, God’s Son, was given to us
so we could live again.

This Christmas is like all the other ones that
have passed by over the years I say.
It’s been celebrated 60 times for me,
each time it has been a holy, awesome day.

We’ll exchange gifts to celebrate the love
God gave to us when Jesus came.
What a day it was – wisemen, shepherds
and angels glorifying Jesus’ holy name.

I end this poem with tears welling up –
every Christmas I get this way.
Perhaps so do you as you
praise Jesus on this holiest day.

George Noe