Waiting up for Jesus'
birthday,
Oh gosh, it's getting late.
But my sister and I know He'll arrive,
And for this we can not wait.
Some stay up for Santa Claus,
To hear reindeer on the roof.
Bringing gifts and joy to all,
Yet remaining quite aloof.
We have tied some bows on presents,
And sealed a tender birthday wish.
For that certain someone special,
That we simply couldn't miss.
It's getting late, our eyes are heavy.
Mom wraps us snug and tight.
I fear we'll miss His party now,
If He doesn't show tonight.
"Sweet dreams little ones". Mom hugs us close.
As my eyes begin to tear.
She points to my heart and says to me,
"Your Jesus showed up here."
-W.L.
Kohlhoff 1998
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