Originally written for nursing home residents I was
visiting.
Bittersweet Christmas – they’re not what they used to be
When our children woke with excitement & faces shone
with glee
When we were young & our bodies responded as they
should
We’d laugh & joke & plan the day knowing it would
be good
These days there’s not much shopping we can do at our age,
Even if our legs could stand the walking, we no longer
make a wage.
So, frustrations mount as we look back to Christmases
gone by.
We fret & stew & reminisce but most of all, we cry;
It’s hard to fight the sorrow that persists as Christmas
nears.
When all about seem cheerful but we find ourselves
in tears
Then early one morning as I pray, I hear a still quiet voice
say:
“Bittersweet Christmas? Why should this be?
I can tell you’ve taken your eyes off of me.
This season is not for worshipping you
And all the old holidays you knew.
This day is for me, come as a babe,
Humbling myself so you could be saved.
When sorrow overtakes you, it’s our old enemy
Trying to keep you from worshipping me.
Don’t give into self-pity but instead raise your voice
Glorify me by making this choice:
Choose to be happy for what I did that day,
Leaving my throne in heaven for a manger full of hay.
It was no small sacrifice to become a baby there
When I made the universe, everything everywhere.
And why should I, the God divine, humble myself so?
So you & every believer could overcome the foe.
Yet here you are forlorn, forgetting all I’ve done
Worshipping old earthly things, when your salvation has
been won
And no small price did I pay to reconcile you to the
Father,
So, this Christmas sing my praises – you may not have
another!”
Lord, forgive me for my selfishness, I really didn’t see
This day is not for us, but instead to glorify thee
I vow it won’t be bittersweet, but the happiest one yet
And I’ll concentrate on giving joy & not on what I’ll
get
I’ll look for those who need cheering & perhaps in
that way
I’ll REALLY keep Christmas as a truly Christ- centered
day.