The Grands Christmas

My loving wife jotted down some thoughts about this Christmas to inspire me to write another rhyme. (I love to turn thoughts into rhyme.) We are grandparents and refer to ourselves as Grands. I’m sure there are many like us and share similar feelings during this time of the year. I pray this tale will inspire all of us remember the true meaning of Christmas at this special time of the year, no matter what our state or circumstance.

Blessings,
John Alexander

The Grands Christmas

Our Christmas has changed as the kids have all grown.
They live far away and have kids of their own.

Their children now grownup and leaving the nest.
It’s the way it should be and we know it is best.

It’s now Christmas eve; we Grands warm by the flame.
Our heads flood with memories. It’s just not the same.

We stare at the flames, watch the embers red glow.
We’ll make some new memories, but when we don’t know.

We pick up the Bible on this Christmas night,
And we read of the time when the angels took flight

To announce to the shepherds alone in the field,
That a savior was born, that their souls could be healed.

Our hearts fill with joy, we can no longer mourn.
We remember the night our dear savior was born.

We stand and embrace, then we dance and we sing.
“Let the joy fill our souls, to this truth we will cling.

“No matter our state or our worries this eve,
The Lord is within us, and he’ll never leave.”

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