Each Christmas is a Wondrous Thing

Each Christmas is a Wondrous Thing

Each Christmas is a wondrous thing,
To see the children dance and sing,
If rich or poor each parent tries,
To grasp for wonder in their eyes.

I knew a man of low estate,
A new beginning grasped his fate,
His wife and children were his mirth,
Though poor he always knew his worth.

Each child would know that Santa brings,
To school mate friends fine offerings,
The toys of late designer make,
To them some fruits, candies and cake.

The youngest energetic child,
By own admission; he was wild,
And, looking back he’d say, “A brat”,
“I should do this, but I’d do that”.

This Christmas morn to his surprise,
No gift was laid before his eyes,
The other siblings cried as he,
They shared with him most lovingly.

He ran to mother’s swift embrace,
Great tears would stream upon her face,
Those gifts from brother’s; sister’s piles,
Brought family laughter and the smiles.

“Next year will be a better one,”
“We know that you’re a lovely son”,
At seven years a lesson learned,
“I don’t deserve what I’ve not earned.”

I’ve learned that life’s not often fair,
At times I’m selfish, and don’t share,
A second chance forgiveness bring,
Each Christmas such a wondrous thing!


Peter Lowell Paulson
December 27, 2012