Enjoy this short fiction Christmas rhyme and have a Merry Christmas with your friends and family.
Charlie is 13 this year. The story is fiction.
A Christmas Prayer
T’was the night before Christmas, each child wore a frown,
As they stood near the bed with their heads hanging down.
While we sat by the fire, wishing it were not so.
The wood slowly burned, embers now were aglow.
Our beloved dog Charlie just lay there so still.
“Will you live to see Christmas, or are you too ill?”
The kids knelt by the bed and rubbed Charlie’s soft fur.
Charlie made no response, no not even a stir.
We hugged all our children and wiped all their tears.
We tried to be brave and to help calm their fears.
We sat in a circle, our hands were locked tight.
We prayed that our Charlie would live through the night.
Our children were sad as they crawled into bed.
I awoke with fond mem’ries alive in my head.
We sprang from the bed to see Charlie once more.
We ran down the stairs wondering what was in store.
The sight we beheld stopped us both in mid-dash.
I called to the children who came in a flash.
Our Charlie gave birth on that Christmas eve night.
She had eight tiny puppies. Oh, what a delight!
We gave thanks to God for his answer to prayer.
We cried tears of joy for God’s love and his care.
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.
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.”