©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

One quiet night in Bethlehem,
One rough and lonely manger bed.
One star as bright as breaking day,
One Baby nestled in the hay.

©2002 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Christmas

The greatest story that was ever told
has naught to do with soldiers, brave and strong.
It makes no boast of golden treasure found,
nor causes lost, nor valiant battle song.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Beware the charming Christmas squirrel.
He gathers nuts and such.
His look is soft and fluffy, but
don’t trust the rogue too much.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Christ’s birth

How bright the sky, how still the night
when all the world received His light.

©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

With joy and hope, we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.
We speak of His example, of His love and sacrifice.
Our voices raise in carols praising Him, each sacred strain
a witness that the Lord did come and sank beneath our pain
to take our sins upon Himself, a perfect gift of love,
from our own Elder Brother, He who waits for us above.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

One melancholy sight to see:
a brittle, barren Christmas tree.

The lights that twinkled are no more,
pine needles lie upon the floor,

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

Sometimes I dream our manger scene
is brought to life at night.
The darkness yields to shepherds’ fields
and one star, shining bright.

©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson

We’re picking out a Christmas tree.
Oh boy, I just can’t wait!
December 25th is near––
It’s time to celebrate.