’Twas the Day After Thanksgiving
by Dale Reeves
Biblical scholar and professor Clement Clarke Moore composed the most iconic Christmas poem, “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” (also known as “’Twas the Night Before Christmas”) for his children in 1822. My apologies to him today for my rendition on the day after Thanksgiving . . .
’Twas the day after Thanksgiving, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, no one had yet roused.
The plates were still stacked in the sink with little care,
In hopes that an angel would soon answer the prayer
To visit the kitchen and roll up his sleeves,
And wash the dishes that were as thick as thieves.
The parents were still snoozing in their food-induced slumber,
The kids were just waking, and they had them outnumbered.
They jumped on the bed and created such clamor,
It seemed as loud as a deafening jackhammer.
As the parents woke up and wiped the sand from their eyes,
The kids screamed, “Wake up, you’re in for a surprise.”
They sauntered downstairs and turned on the lights,
To view the leftovers in the fridge from last night.
There’s turkey and dressing and a bit of pumpkin pie,
But all the milk for cereal has gone bye-bye.
Then one of the children shouted, “On the porch there’s a surprise.”
The package was delivered from a well-known franchise.
Then out the door burst the youngest of the clan,
As quick and nimble as Jackie Chan.
He grabbed the package that said Amazon,
And tore open the carton like Genghis Khan.
The children all stared into the inside of the box,
Not knowing if they’d find some blocks or Christmas sox.
“It might be a red fox,” said one child, “or some magic rocks,”
Another chimed in, “or some dark chocolate from Brach’s.”
A little squealed out, “I think it’s three bears and Goldilocks,”
The oldest shouted loudest, “An old-school boombox.”
Then Mom added, “I don’t think so, kids, could it be botox?”
And Dad wishfully hoped for a brand-new toolbox.
As they pulled out the wrapped package, their eyes widened with glee,
They wondered why this box had not come down the chimney.
Inside the glittery paper, wrapped so neatly and nice
Was a well-worn Bible filled with time-tested advice.
The writings inside seemed to be from the past,
From generations gone by, these truths were unsurpassed.
The Good Book fell open to Colossians chapter three, verse fifteen,
“Let the peace of Christ in your hearts be always seen,
Since as members of one body you were called to peace,
Be thankful always, let your gratitude never cease.”
The youngest asked, “You mean it’s not just one day of the year,
That we can celebrate Thanksgiving with joy and cheer?”
“Oh no,” said the momma, as she smiled from ear to ear,
“Thanksgiving is an attitude of gratitude, my dear.
We can take this feel-good mood of love and mirth,
And keep the celebration going as we ponder Jesus’ birth.
This year has been so tough, that’s plain for all to see,
But God has never left us, that’s the reality.”
God spoke his words of life and breathed life into each soul,
He sent his Son to die so that we would be made whole.
He gave us his Word, and his promises he has kept,
He asks us to respond to his gift and just accept.
The box he gives to us is life so full and free,
He’s given us redemption for all eternity.
Beginning this Sunday evening, we at Christ’s Church will have the opportunity to express our gratitude to God for his provisions and blessings this past year, as we join together in a 72-hour prayer vigil. Then, we will celebrate God’s goodness among us on Wednesday evening at 6:30 pm for an awesome night of worship.
Also, during that time we are inviting families to drive through our church property and receive a “Christmas in a box” that will help families to prepare their kids’ hearts and minds to celebrate the birth of our Savior. You can reserve a box HERE.
“Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!” (2 Corinthians 9:15, NIV).