‘TWAS THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS

I’m a writer, but not a poet, so I read a few items on the internet with the above title.  Bottom line—check out the one at “The Foundry” from The Heritage Foundation.

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . .this morning J.J.Jasper on American Family Radio mentioned that nothing clears out faster than a circus the day after it’s over, except for Christmas the day after.    That has often bothered me.  Others must feel the same way, because you see some Christmas lights for a week after.  But, for the most part, never a hint of Christmas in a business or public place.

I believe this reflects the true meaning of Christmas—missing in commercial, material pursuits before the “holiday.”  If that is all of your Christmas, you put it away as fast as you can December 26, because you have nothing left to gain after the day.

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . that was nice—in fact, it was wonderful.

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . we had fun—and food—and then some.

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . reality returns—back to work and worry.

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . it’ll take a few days to recover—understatement—name the category.

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . there’s no sign of Christmas, except for the return lines for stuff you don’t need or don’t like.

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . and . . . did I miss something?

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . THAT’S ALL, FOLKS.

NO !   NO !   NO !   Please don’t let that happen to you.  Baby Jesus didn’t disappear the day after Christmas.  His purpose here had only begun.  He changed people’s lives for years.  And then you know how His life ended—but it didn’t end.  That part of His job was done, “IT IS FINISHED.”  But even then His work was not done.

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . that is only the beginning of the story

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . why hasn’t He come to fix everything?

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and . . . AND

. . . He’s waiting—–for you—–to follow Him, to sign up today to join the crowd forever in heaven, to ask Him, “Jesus, please write my name in Your Book, today.”

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and

. . . and Jesus says your name, and then He says, “Come to Me.”

 

By the way, did you ever see the church sign that said, “NOW OPEN BETWEEN CHRISTMAS AND EASTER”?

 

Do check out the  ‘Twas the Day After Christmas”  poem at “The Foundry” from The Heritage Foundation.