At this time, we celebrate
The birth of Jesus Christ,
A light to lighten the Gentiles
To the Jews a sacrifice.
Some disregard his birth
And see it as insignificant
Especially when compared to his death
And also, his resurrection.
But how could he have died
If he had never been born
And how could there be a resurrection
Without a first Christmas morn?
Call me pagan, if you will,
Or even heathen. for all I care
Simply because I celebrate Christmas
Indicating Jesus was here.
For understand this carefully
At least, I am not an antichrist
For I believe Christ came in the flesh
To be my eternal sacrifice.
How could he have done this
Had it not been for his birth?
Would you not think it significant
To celebrate his coming to earth?
Would you rather celebrate
Jolly old St Nicholas
And tell the myth of Santa Claus
Instead of the birth of Jesus?
As for me, I say, “No way!”
For such is a travesty
And to ignore the Saviour’s birth
Is simply a colossal tragedy.
The story of my redemption
Is believing that wonderful triad,
Jesus’ birth, death and resurrection
Is more than a festive fad.
He came, he died and rose again!
Hence, none is more significant,
The three are beautifully woven together
In a tapestry resplendent.
It’s a trinity, If you may,
Like the Father, Son and Spirit
So, let me celebrate my Saviour’s birth
As is my yearly habit.
Happy birthday, Jesus!
For as a babe you came to earth,
Happy birthday, Jesus!
I dare to celebrate your birth.
At the birth of the Lord Jesus
There was angelic acclamation
The hosts of heaven rejoiced
At the coming of Divine salvation.
The fact that the Son is come
Was established in his birth
That very first Christmas Day
When heaven fill the earth.
Stewart Russell © December 22, 2020
