and fir trees fill homes

 ready for trimming.

Dazzling lights illuminate

against a darkened sky,

and gifts are wrapped for exchanging,

with yet more left to buy.

The air is somehow perfumed

with the joy of the season,

but in the spirit of celebration,

 have we forgotten the meaning?

How precious is this time of year

when loved one gather ‘round,

and homes are fragranced with love

and adorned with a merry sound.

Still, as wonderful as this is, my Lord,

 have we overlooked You?

Not only is this a holiday,

 it is Your birthday too!

We gaily exchange presents,

but where is Your gift?

There is so much more to this time of year

 than giving our spirit’s a lift.

So, I have searched and searched Lord,

but I cannot find a gift fit for a King.

Shopping for the Son of God,

I have found, is no easy thing!

After many hours of consideration

I was only able to produce one gift for You.

The packaging is a little tattered,

 but the love inside of it is true.

So, my Jesus, on this Your birthday,

 and every day for as long as I shall live,

I give to You all of me

with all I have to give.