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The Christmas Gift 

by DAG


So pointedly stands the Christmas tree,
It sparkles and winks at you and at me.
With top star so bright and all colours in light,
Presenting some snugly-wrapped gift to our sight -
It's a bouncing boy bursting with heaven's delight!
The gift for the tree, as wise men say,
Is Jesus you see, born on Christmas day.
He's come to bring God's love to earth,
So tears turn to joy, and sadness to mirth.
And when we're bound up and cold in our heart,
He unwraps our soul for a warm new start.
Angels and ornaments shimmer, suspended,
Adorning the good news of Christmas, intended
To heal the hurts of our child-like play
So we grow wise and well to the end of the day.
Come gather around this star-kissed, crowned sight,
And gaze at its glimmering, evening-gowned height.
So pointedly stands the Christmas tree,
It sparkles and winks at you and at me.
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