I wrote this poem way back in 1994. It’s hard to think that that was a different century ago. I hope that it brings inspiration and encourages you to focus on the true meaning of Christmas during this holiday season.
The Virgin-Born Boy
Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is the poem
We all seem to choose
The stockings were hung
By the chimney with care
All were in search
Of the gifts they’d soon bear
Yet no one gave thought
Of two thousand years ago
The birth of our savior
Who was given Myrrh, Frankincense, and gold
Everyone was laughing
They’d thought they’d found joy
But they forgot to include
The virgin-born boy
The fire was bright
The tree stood tall
A ham in the oven
Ready to feed all
The eggnog was fresh
The cider was hot
But their hunger and thirst
This could quench not
They ripped open their gifts
With eyes opened wide
Not having a clue
What they’d find inside
They quickly sat to eat
Without saying a prayer
All were excited
Because Christmas was here
The day was soon over
The excitement, all gone
Everyone had scattered
And, some left all alone
Then, no one was laughing
And, no one found joy
Because they forgot to include
The virgin-born boy
-Tiffany Thompson, Copyright 1994
Please don’t forget to include the reason that we celebrate Christmas – the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ!
Merry Christmas!
