It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and as a big fan of the Grinch and his handler, Dr. Seuss, I present a Christmas Eve rhyme in meter and verse…
Christmas is here, we’ve all been a scheming,
and cooking and shopping and buying and dreaming.
We’ve rushed about town, in hustle and hurry,
to find Eli new shoes and Jan something furry.
For Eustice a gadget, an i-something no doubt
Biff gets a new rod to hook more brook trout,
But the gadgets were gone. They were sold – all sold out.
Poor Eustice will sputter, complain, and just pout.
The food is in the oven. The pies are a bakin’
Gifts under the tree. We’ve finished our makin.’
You’re thoroughly beat. Exhaustion sets in.
“Not again next year!” You say with chagrin.
And now we’re in church, to breath and take pause,
and ponder this evening, its’ meaning, its’ cause.
With the world all a mess, jacked-up, torn asunder,
we might expect God’s wrath, his burning, his thunder.
Instead though he comes, in meekness not harm,
and joins us as us – born in a barn.
And now here we sit, not for long, just a while.
To think of God’s mercy, his love, and his smile…
…So take Christmases’ 12 days, take them one, take them all.
Like Mary, “treasure these things,” let peace replace the cabal.
And ponder this night: angels, stable, and glory.
Remember his grace and your place in God’s story.