With the Christmas celebration almost here, most have found themselves weary from the hustle and bustle of shopping, wrapping, baking, serving and gift giving; myself included.
With the traditions of the season keeping us overwhelmed in the details, I find myself guilty of glossing over the true reason while we celebrate Christmas, the birth of our Lord and Savior.
With children and grandchildren seated beside the tree come Christmas morning, it’s every parents dream to bless them with gifts from the heart. While putting smiles and magic into a child’s holiday is wonderful, this year I long to pause and ask myself the question: “Have I set aside a meaningful gift for Jesus?”After all, he truly is the reason for the season.
Come December 25, Jesus will receive this song from my heart, honoring what he wrapped and gave to us all at Christmas; Himself.
It’s not too late to find that perfect gift for Christ on Christmas morning.
A Christmas Child is Born By Lori A Alicea
Two thousand years ago began, the story of one night. Appears to shepherds keeping watch, an angel caused them fright.
The angel said, be not afraid. I bring you news of joy. The Savior has been born to you, the barn he sleeps this boy.
In Bethlehem, a sign awaits, where swaddling clothes are worn. When find a manger bed, rejoice, the Christmas child was born. 
The shepherds left their flocks at night, in Bethlehem they went. They hurried off, amazed to see, the child that Heaven sent. 
That night a Christmas star appeared, from East three Magi see. The star would lead them to their King, the place this child would be. 
Bowed down three Magi worshipped him, this child’s face behold. Presenting myrrh and frankincense, to him their gifts of gold. 
A barn received Immanuel, no royal robes were worn. Expecting grand, so many missed, a Christmas child was born. 
Dear Lord, the shepherds left it all, to see if it was true. The stories told them long ago, to get a glimpse of you.
Might I be willing, leave behind, the minute when you call. Might I be stirred for one small glimpse, of you to leave it all.
The Magi traveled far because, their heart was for their King. Prepared to share their love for him, arms full of gifts they bring.
Might I come bearing gifts myself, for you this Christmas day. Surrendered heart I give to you, my life, please have your way.
This Christmas child no room for him, no vacancy the inn. Two thousand years ago one night, his story does begin.
Remind me when I leave no room, or vacancies within. No guest room but the Master Suite, reserved for you my Inn.
And though from heaven you were sent, to live with us on earth. The baby born a manger lay, a barn received your birth.
Might I allow you to grow up, from manger where you lay. Who died for me then live again, on Resurrection Day.
Dear Lord you are my gift today, a treasure wrapped in Thee. Immanuel, our God with us, my present ‘neath the tree.
Did I allow you God to be enough during those painful weeks of lock down which didn’t allow us lonely grandparents to embrace our grandchildren?
Did we sense you “with us” and did we bloom when the reality of our next “address” caught our expectations off guard?
Lord, I had a difficult time watching our beloved mother celebrate her 80th birthday from her bedroom window. Did I sense you “with us then?”
Lord, our family had more of a difficult time saying good-by from the cold window panes peering into our mother and grandmother’s room, unable to express our love when heaven’s angels came for her.
Our final good-by remains a chapter unable to articulate, but yes God,
I sensed you enough God, though still wanting my mother to fill her empty chair this first Thanksgiving without her.
