Our Christmas memories show that we were happy,

We grew up with the most loving story we knew, being that of Christmas –

of a baby born to fulfill a promise made eons ago to

universal ancestors I cannot possibly know at all.

In my lifetime, whether it was easy or hard, we always had Mass and

Gifts that showed caring a commitment to

Share loving care – with well chosen gifts — for all.

After all, that baby was GOD’s son coming to us – a

Bit unworthy to be sure, but often trying to be good.

And starting with Midnight Mass gave us a very special night!

By Nancy Ann Smith

 

This is a “Golden Shovel poem” meaning it took a line (or more) from an admired poem and

uses the words of that line, (in the same order) as the last words for each line of the poem.