A Christmas Poem

© copyright by Rick Ellinger

Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the earth,
Not a creature remembered
The Christ or His birth.

They were all so enamored
With tales from their youth,
Of a man dressed in red,
With shiny black boots.



This man, it was told,
Could know all your thoughts;
And he knew whether you
Had been naughty or not.

If you had been good,
Then you would soon find
Presents and goodies
Of all shapes and kinds.

So children all over the world,
All year long,
Tried to be good,
And to do no wrong.



The mystery remained
In all of their minds,
How he got 'round the world
In such a short time.

The story was told
That he had special powers,
And could get it all done
In just a few hours.

He could even enter homes
Where doors were all locked.
It seemed that his power
Was not to be stopped.

Peoples of every
Nation and clan
Worshiped and praised
This gentle god-man.

They sang to him songs,
And wrote poems and books,
Revering his name
And describing his looks.

Some people doubted,
But many were sure,
That he was for real;
Their hearts he had lured.



And so in the manger,
A small baby lay,
Ignored by the public,
Even to this day.

He brought the true gift
For all of mankind...
A peace and a joy
That few ever find.