A Christmas Dream
Nancy went outside for a brisk Christmas stroll,
When all unaware, she fell down a deep hole.
She kept right on falling 'till hands grabbed her heels,
Hands attached to no body! - Don't tell me they're real!
She cried, "Help God, though I don't usually call on your name.
I'm hanging here out of control. I'm not sure that I'm sane."
Nancy dangling alone in that dank, hopeless place,
Thought it useless to squeal or itch the nose on her face.
She gasped to get air into her lungs, intending to scream,
But "Common Sense" told her, "You're just having a dream."
"Its no time for tears, Nancy, futile struggles, or shouts,
Find out why you're dreaming and what to do to get out."
Strong hands held onto her, so whether dreaming or not,
She heard a voice: "Nancy get faith, give it all that you've got.
If you can believe what you hear, and then do what I say,
I'll take care of all of your fears, I'll whisk them away."
"First, leap, then give a flip, like you can do with such class!
Don't worry, I won't let you fall, I'm holding onto you fast."
"We're going to leave crowded stores and frantic consumers behind,
Go and search for THE REAL CHRISTMAS where all the giving is mine!"
Nancy twisted and flipped just as told, did that and no more,
But she kept twirling and whirling 'till she stopped by a door.
On the door hung a sign, "Enter" - Was there a hand on her arm?
She stood in front of a cave that had been made into a barn!
It was then that she realized she was in the city of Bethlehem,
In a company of shepherds, woolly sheep, and some very wise men.
She knew it was Jesus in a manger when she heard angel choirs sing.
She smiled big at this little baby who one day would be a King!
"Mary, can I lift up your baby boy and hold him next to my heart?'
Mary nodded, so she lifted, but seeing his hands gave her a start,
There were deep holes in tiny wrists, sized to hold a cruel nail,
Yet he smiled, grasped her fingers, his squeeze was not frail. -
Even now he could lift her out of a dark hole if she fell in,
When needing love, there was love she could hold, centered in Him.
That's the end of this poem, dreamed for this Christmas Day.
If you want to know more, there's a very sure way.
Just go find a bible and read Luke, Chapter 2,
This Coming Soon Jesus will reach out and hold you!
Merry Christmas from Stephen and Evelyn Donnell
