At the moment of my birth there was a celebration, too.
The angels sang and God was all I knew.
God was all I remembered – for on earth
as in Heaven – we are all one.
To remind us of this, God sent us his Son.
Once a year we are reminded of His special birth.
It is a rejoicing that encircles all of the earth.
Gifts are given – hearts open wide;
the focus is on good and we all take pride.
The hope for my daily rebirth is now understood.
A child in a manger, simple and pure;
a symbol of peace and innocence;
that we should all be safe from danger – sound and secure.
To be in God’s presence is the present I truly need.
In this time of celebration I am freed from my own greed.
I live to give – my gifts I share.
I do not hide them or disguise them – nor place them under a tree.
My gifts of love and laughter, kindness and caring are meant for sharing;
not just once a year or for a select few.
Precious time with a cup of tea – moments to reconnect with a divine reality.
The gifts I have are unique to me and I celebrate my own nativity.
Every birth is planned – every child has a right,
every life is precious, delicate and meant to be.
On the tree of life every child’s light shines bright for all to see.
Thank you, God; my own light clears my visibility.
There is a place for each and every one of us on God’s special tree.
We glisten and twinkle in a colourful harmony.
We each have our place and together we light up the world as we claim our space –
next to each other, side by side.
Loving and grateful, God takes pride at the birth of each and every one of His children –
yes, that’s you and me.
Christmas is a celebration of all we are and all we can be.
Thank you God, for this divine festivity.
Dharlene Marie Fahl
Author, Poetess, Tea Specialist
Soon to be released – A Passion for Tea