The First Gift of Christmas

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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