The Christmas Watch

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This is actually a song I wrote for my siblings in 1991... yes it has a tune and yes I have sung it both for them and several times @ church.

The Christmas Watch

I remember Christmas Eve

Many years gone by,

how the family went to church

for a service by candlelight

And when the service was over,

Daddy sat us ‘round the tree

and read to us the story

of the Christ’s Nativity.

 

Then Daddy’d say a simple prayer

as tears streamed down his face,

that his family would embrace

the message of God’s grace;

And after singing Christmas Carols

Daddy sent us off to bed

with excited hearts and bodies

‘cause we knew what laid ahead….

 

And though the visit of Saint Nicholas

Our imaginary friend,

Had stirred up our excitement

He was only there to lend

To the message of the Savior

Of his emanate return

From this imaginary Santa

There’s a lesson to be learned.

 

Tucked up in our beds,

We lay awake till early light

Thinking of the visit of St. Nicolas that night

And deep within out thoughts

on those exciting Christmas morns

Was a story Daddy told us

of the night when Christ was born.

 

And though the visit of Saint Nicholas

Our imaginary friend,

Had stirred up our excitement

He was only there to lend

To the message of the Savior

Of his emanate return

From this imaginary Santa

There’s a lesson to be learned.

 

For He said,

“Watch for me dear children

For the time is drawing near,

when you’ll look up to the heavens

To see the Son of God appear

See I have told you now

Ahead of time

My words will never fade away

No one knows the hour,

And no one knows the day.”……..

 

And though the visit of Saint Nicholas

Our imaginary friend,

Had stirred up our excitement

He was only there to lend

To the message of the Savior

Of his emanate return

From this imaginary Santa

There’s a lesson to be learned.

 

Tlh 1991(c)

 

 

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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