Christmas Spirit

With decorations still lying about
The parents discussed gifts and bills to be paid
It was their smallest child who sought out
The wee babe for the manger she made

While going through a box of things
The nativity piece fell out of reach
And of the true Christmas meaning
The hard working child would teach

The parents had noted her passing
Once carrying a long wooden spoon
Then when she took an umbrella for grasping
They followed her and saw her lying in a room

The father offered to help
And looked far into a dark place
The piece he saw he knew well
It was the sweet babe with arms out to embrace

Holding the precious infant
He held it to his child... he in tears
Feeling taught in that instant
To the humble seeker, Christ enters

The family followed her to the scene
She had prepared with old toys
It was lit up like a dream
Splendid and created for joy