What Does Christmas Mean?
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
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What does Christmas mean to me?
A mother in a manger bed,
a holy infant’s cradled head,
the shepherds and the wise men led.
That’s what Christmas means.
I am especially pleased to share these Christmas poems with you. They are near and dear to my heart. The celebration of Christ’s birth is such a joyful occasion that I can’t help trying to capture it in verse. I hope your Christmas will be a little more merry for having visited. (Please email a request for permission before using my Christmas poems. Include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to this site is required.)
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What does Christmas mean to me?
A mother in a manger bed,
a holy infant’s cradled head,
the shepherds and the wise men led.
That’s what Christmas means.
The week before Christmas, I wait at the post office,
mailing one last, precious thing.
The line isn’t quite out the door, but it’s close,
and our holiday mood’s taken wing.
I wonder just how Mary felt, when visited one day
by Gabriel, who understood the role that she would play
in bringing forth the Savior and nurturing with care
the precious little baby she would soon be called to bear.
You are not on my Christmas list.
A sadder truth was never told.
Your dear name vanished in the mist
with nary a gift to wrap in gold
and no vestige of you to hold.
The wonder of Christmas has always been mine.
It was given to me as a child.
Mother told me the tale of that first holy night,
and Christ’s light filled her eyes as she smiled.
Little bits of heaven swirl around the manger bright,
falling softly as the mem’ry of that Christmas night
when all the world stood still in wonder at the Savior’s birth,
and choirs of angels sang out joy and peace to men on earth.
Christmas shopping has begun,
but now I shop for three,
another sad reminder of
the way things used to be.
I thought the holidays would be
a time of grief and misery,
a stark reminder of our loss,
a multiplying of the cost.