Carrying armloads of gifts uncertain,
Wrapped in glazing wrappers,
Someone knocks at the door,
As the clock ticks away . . .
What a warm welcome
The gift bearer receives
With open arms, beaming smiles
And hugs galore!
Gifts uncountable
Roll onto the table
Some small some big
Hardly can anyone wait for their pick
With excited squeals
All scramble onward
Eager anticipation
Givings way to mixed gasps
The wrappers are ripped apart
And strewn across the place
As all behold their gifts
Some with smiles and some with tears
Some hold prosperity in their hands
While for some a pile of debts to be cleared
Some united in marital bliss
While some hold a severing chord
Some hold happiness and success
While some have in their hands sadness and failure
Some cradle a new born
While some hold another year’s waiting
As the gift bearer beholds
The mixed expressions
He assures of joy in the midst of grief
And tranquility amidst unrest
The gifts that the year has brought forth
Do not promise prosperity and success for all
Yet there is available abundant Grace for all
Assuring victory over situations strong or dull
The Sender of the gift bearer
Is God over all
In His hands lie the reins
Of one and all.
