Friday, December 23, 2011

The Stranger

I don’t think it’s a bad thing to get excited about Santa Claus and presents, but I think it’s most important to remember our perfect brother, Jesus Christ, for whom we celebrate the glorious holiday in the first place.

I heard this poem several years ago and it has been my favorite ever since. It reminds me of the real reason for the whole Christmas season.

At Christmas time there was a man,
who looked so out of place.
As people rushed about him,
at a hurried sort of pace.

He stared at all the Christmas lights,
the tinsel everywhere.
The shopping center Santa Claus,
with children gathered near.

The mall was packed with shoppers,
who were going to and fro.
Some with smiles, some with frowns,
and some too tired to go.

They rested on benches,
or they hurried on their way.
To fight the crowds for purchases,
to carry home that day.

The music from the stereo,
was playing loud and clear.
Of Santa Claus and snowmen,
and funny nosed reindeer.

He heard the people talk about,
the good times on the way.
Of parties, fun and food galore,
and gifts exchanged that day.

“I'd like to know what's going on,”
the man was heard to say.
”There seems to be some sort,
of celebration on the way.

“And would you tell me who this is,
all dressed in red and white?
And why are children asking
"him" about a special night?”

The answer came in disbelief,
”I can't believe my ear.
I can't believe you do not know,
that Christmas time is here.

“The time when Santa comes around,
with gifts for girls and boys.
When they are asleep on Christmas Eve,
he leaves them books and toys.

“The man you see in red and white,
is Santa Claus so sly.
The children love his joyful laugh,
and twinkle in his eye.

“His gift packed sleigh is pulled along,
by very small reindeer.
As he flies quickly through the air,
while darting here and there.

“The children learn of Santa Claus,
while they are still quite small.
When Christmas comes he is
the most, important one of all!”

The stranger hung His head in shame,
He closed a nail pierced hand.
His body shook in disbelief,
He did not understand.

A shadow crossed His stricken face,
His voice was low but clear.
"After all these years they still don't know."
And JESUS shed a tear.


~Author Unknown~


In case I don’t get a chance to blog tomorrow…


I hope it’s a great one!  And please, remember Him!!



Cari said...

That is such a great poem, thanks for sharing! It is a little frustrating for me when I try to teach my boys about the real meaning of Christmas and then well meaning family members continually ask what santa is bringing and they better be nice or santa won't come, etc... I finally told them that santa will bring a gift in their stocking but the gifts under the tree are from mom and dad. It's surprising how hard it is to focus on Christ even among believing families. I think I'll have to frame that poem. Hope you have a wonderful Christmas!

Grace Pamer said...

A very touching poem indeed. It is heartbreaking how many people have forgotten the true reason for celebrating the season. This neglect is passed down to children and all that’s imprinted in their minds is the image of a fat man in red suit and the concept of receiving. The spirit of sharing gradually disappears and the saddest part is JESUS being forgotten.