This and other fine poems available at Amazon.com A boy watched his mother
Tie one red ribbon on the green tree
He could not think of any reason
“Why a ribbon?” he asked her softly.
She replied, “It’s my final gift of the season
The most important one from me.”
“It’s just a piece of ribbon,
Whose gift could it possibly be?”
And he hoped deep inside
His name wouldn’t be
On the lone piece of ribbon
Hanging from the Christmas tree.
His dear mother,
Smiled at her son
Happy for the lesson
Which time had come.
She cut an extra piece
And sat on the brown chair
She held her arms open wide
“I have something to share.”
He climbed onto her lap
She opened the well worn book
Its cover was black
She asked, “What was the first gift of Christmas?”
As she flipped through the pages
She knew where to look
And opened the book
To Chapter 2 in the account of St. Matthew
“In verse 10 we read
“The wise men brought
Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh.
Most valuable gifts indeed.”
He listened intently to her.
“But those weren’t the first.”
She flipped through the pages.
“Who were the other visitors?”
“The shepherds.” Was his answer
“What gifts did they bring?” she asked
He thought, and he thought, then said at last
“They didn’t bring anything.”
“Let’s read Luke chapter 2
verse 16″ she said.
“And they came with haste”
“They brought haste?” his eyebrows bent
She smiled at her son.
“Haste means they hurried and went.
“Without being told twice?” he plied.
“Without being told twice,” she replied.
“But what did they bring?” he wanted to know
“They brought something more precious than riches
Than even their gold.
They brought themselves. They brought their hearts.”
“And what comes from our hearts?” She asked.
He knew the answer, “LOVE.”
“Yes, it is a gift to us,
A special gift from up above.
When we give more, we get more.
So every year, I tie a ribbon,
Just one on the tree.
It represents my gift to the Savior,
Because it represents me.
With every good deed, every talent shared
I’ll do my part this year
I’ll give my heart this year.
And that’s what this red ribbon means to me.”
The boy took the strand from her hand
And tied his own red ribbon
On the green Christmas tree.
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ck's days 
Exceptionally lovely story..Many thanks for sharing…
Rachael
I read this to my boys for their bed time story…thanks for sharing it!
And thank you for stopping by! 🙂
I hope they liked it! Thanks for sharing it 🙂
They did like it! 🙂
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