Christmas Eve Reflections - kweaver

As I sit by the fire at Christmas and reflect
Santa is my focus yet there’s someone I neglect
He was born long ago in a run down shack
He died, He rose and one day, He’ll be coming back

Yet my focus shifts quickly to the jolly old bloke
Who comes down the chimney in his white and red cloak
The one who is silent also wears white and red
But it’s because His robe is stained by the blood that He shed

Santa welcomes children each to sit upon his lap
They put in their requests as the camera’s lens snap
He checks each name twice to make sure they deserve
The present or the item they put on reserve

The quiet sideliner also welcomes every child
With open arms of gentleness and patience so mild
He knows each one’s name, every hair on their head
No checking is required He gives unconditionally instead

Santa pops up and down the chimney with a touch to his nose
Hauling around his magic sack of toys wherever he goes
He travels through the night faster than light
With his eight tiny reindeer leading him in flight

The humble Son of God does not have a magic wagon
Or an entourage of reindeer or a sack that He is dragging
He stays right beside me and never goes away
His gifts are eternal and available each day

At Christmas time it’s fun to play the Santa game
But it’s really about Him and how in flesh He came
To deliver me from my sins and wash them all away
That tiny little baby who in a manger lay

I sit here by the fire and feel the warm flame on my face
I remember Him more clearly and His abundant grace
I remember His gentle manner and the way He calls my name
I remember the Holy night when my saviour Jesus came.