The Gift

The Gift

I’d been wondering, what does Christmas truly mean?

When I saw a package by the tree that I hadn’t seen.

A small gift in the corner wrapped with much care,

Yet it was so small I wondered what would fit in there.

I went over and picked up the gift and felt a most curious sensation,

A tingling all over is what I got from this Christmas representation.

Then all of a sudden my vision blurred, the edges started to fray,

And I saw something I have yet to see again to this very day.

A child so beautiful that He seemed to give off His own light,

So beautiful the manger He was in, didn’t seem to be right.

Then the image faded and a new one took its place,

The child was older but I still recognized His face.

He was kneeling I saw and saying a prayer,

I saw His tears as I was calmly standing there.

He was crying for me I realized with a start,

And suddenly warmth started spreading through my heart.

I wanted to stop Him when I saw what He had to bear,

But then I realized I couldn’t, I wasn’t really there.

Tears were now streaming down my face, and I didn’t know what to do,

When He with tears of His own, looked at me and said, I did this for you.

The image faded once more as His face started to grow dim,

That was my Christmas present but what would be my gift to Him?