Luke 2: 6 and 7
And so it was, that, while they were there, the days
were accomplished that she should be delivered.


And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped
him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger;
because there was no room for them in the inn.

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Remembering

Remembering childhood days of yesteryear
When families gathered with much cheer
They came riding in sleighs over the snow
With bells a ringing, and faces all aglow

Boots and mittens were left in the hall
Coats and scarves on hooks on the wall
Into the parlour they would gather
So glad to be inside out of the weather

A roaring fire throwing heat to every corner
The parlour had never been any warmer
Hot chocolate simmering in a big ol' pot
On the stove where it would stay hot

Wonderful aromas wafting on the air
Beautiful memories they would love to share
When the big meal was eaten and put away
Then came the very best part of the day

They gathered round Granddad's big ol' chair
His worn Bible laying on a table there
The fire in the fireplace was a sweet sound
With flames flickering and shadows dancing round

As they watched the fire and sat on the floor
They could hardly wait for the story they adored
About the Baby Jesus and His sweet birth
The wise men who brought the frankincense and myrrh

A beautiful ending for Christmas each year
As they grew up on the wild frontier
Their thoughts about His birth as they went to sleep
Would bring them dreams they'd remember so sweet

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