I’d like to think that I recall
The tender years when I was small,
I sat upon my grandpa’s knee
And snuggled while he read to me.
There was a story I loved best
Both head and shoulders o’er the rest
About the night our Christ was born
And how the world rejoiced that morn
As angels sang and skies did glow
The world did kneel and honor show.
God placed His star high in the sky
With earth to note its passing by,
His promise of eternal peace
And from all sin, at last release !
AMEN.
Claire V. Bogdanos 