In Search of Christmas.

I went in search of Christmas,

   Left tinsel scenes behind

In need of the true meaning

   That marks our Christmastime.

I saw it in a gentle soul

   Who with little means to share,

Dropped coins into a kettle

   For the needy everywhere.

It shone on children’s faces,

   Their cheeks and hearts aglow,

As they sang of Baby Jesus

   Asleep in manger low.

I heard the carollers singing

   Like angels from above,

Telling of the Christ Child’s birth

   God’s precious gift of love.

I went in search of Christmas

   Not found in tinsel lore,

But in a humble stable

   With straw strewn on the floor.

                      Kay Hoffman

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