Two thousand years ago
You came to earth in human form.
A tiny baby born in low estate,
With your parents, just looking for someplace warm.

You grew up like any other boy
Who learned and worked and sought.
Though you started out as a carpenter,
You knew that with your life salvation would be bought.

And how shall we give thanks to you
For this gift of eternal life?
Shall we go back to where it started?
Back to Joseph and his expectant wife?

I thank you, God, for sending us your son.
And today, let us all celebrate his birth.
Let us be glad that he came to redeem us all,
And celebrate with wonder and mirth.

Commercialism may try to overshadow the special-ness of this time.
Others protest, "How can we celebrate when we don't know the day?"
But is it really such a bad thing to show our gratitude
By rejoicing and sharing in this way?

• Topic: Creative Writings

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