‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all thru the place
Everyone began going back to their old, normal pace.
The tree and the decorations were all neatly put away,
With holiday wishes tucked in the closet they’d stay.

The children were playing with new toys and things,
Me with my electronics and mom with her new rings.
Still way too stuffed with all of the food that we ate,
We forgot all about yesterday’s all important date.

When out on the porch there arose such a clatter,
I dropped the remote & ran to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I looked out for a quick view
I peeped around the curtains as I oftentimes do.

The sun was brightly shining; just another new day,
“I hope the trash collectors get those boxes” I pray.
When what to my wondering eyes was in store
But a man with a Bible standing at my front door.

The man was friendly and smiling as pastors will do,
“I wonder if I might have a word with you?”
With an outstretched hand, I soon welcomed him in.
He didn’t waste time getting to the point in my den.

With Scripture and great kindness, He pointed it out
That the message of Christ’s birth it what it’s all about.
“And that should never be forgotten after the holiday”
It should ALWAYS be seen in what we do and we say.

His reminder seemed to strike a chord in my heart
I decided right then and there to make a fresh start.
From now on things’ll be different, I’ll remember it all
Long after December 25 I’ll still answer His call.

The message of Christmas will be seen through me,
That God gave His Son so we might live eternally.
Oh, just give me the words to speak with my voice,
Let the things that I do make my Savior rejoice.

The pastor’s eyes twinkled, his work was almost done.
He handed me some tracts that the lost might be won.
And then he challenged me, he challenged me still.
So lively and quick, he was a real pro at Bible drill,

“Now Matthew, now Mark, now Luke and John,
Peter, Andrew, and Paul – disciples every one.
Barnabas and Silas, their testimonies are true.
Well, Jimmy D. Brown, you’re a disciple too!”

He banged on the coffee table and it gave me a shock.
“To the ends of the earth! To the homes on your block!
Say it and show it, spring – summer – winter and fall.
Tell them about Jesus – Now go ye, go ye, go ye all!”

And with that, he headed out the door onto the stoop,
He whistled and smiled and gave a loud whoop!
He sprang to his car and he drove down the street,
There were many other homes and people to greet.

Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
“Let’s celebrate Jesus EVERY day of the year!”

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Jesus is THE reason for the season. Let’s celebrate Him every day of the year … in all we say and do.

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