Fantasy or Faith? Which Is Your Christmas?
A Sonnet to the Savior, not the Santa or the Sentiment by J. Roger Wilson, ©December 2006 Who gives the greatest Christmas hope, a babe or bearded man? Have songs and stories of St. Nick o’ershadowed God’s own Son? Of one we hear we’d best watch out or lose the gifts we plan. It’s just a Child, though angels sang—not much, the other one. Satisfied by Christmas treats? He is the Bread of Life! Though reindeer fly in Christmas tales; He is the Shepherd Great. How often lights make winters bright, while He’s the world’s Light. It’s toys and elves at Santa’s home, but Christ is heaven’s Gate. Some Grinch might steal our fun away, but Jesus died to save! Could any toy, that soon will break, e’er match the Truth, the Way? Holly, ivy, Christmas trees will die; the Vine will last. Indeed, Saint Nicholas will kneel before “I Am” one day. Love Himself has come to earth, by birth, to give by grace. Don’t trust a lovely fantasy; He’s God of time and space. As I reflected on the barrage of ...