The Spirit of Christmas
A day ordinary
In most of men’s minds,
But to a few - extraordinary
Because of a wee baby’s cry.
Amid a world of indifference
Distinguished by the mundane,
Came the God of Creation
Divinely Ordained.
Laid in a manger
Of lowly estate,
He set His Glory aside
For a human birth date.
All in the interest
Of righting a wrong,
And drawing man to Himself
Does the Spirit of Christmas belong.
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