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Twas The Night Before
Christmas A Christmas
Poem by Pastor Jim
Kamerer
Twas the night
before Christmas
and as I looked
round my tent,
I couldn't
believe all the
money I'd spent
For trains and
dolls, for
trinkets and
toys
Some for the
girls and some
for the boys.
I looked round
once more to be
sure things were
right;
The kids were
all in bed for
the night.
I set up the
track for the
train I bought
Ted,
The train went
round twice and
the battery went
dead.
I put on my cap,
my gloves, and
my coat;
I went to Ames
and over to
Zayre.
You guess it my
friend, no
batteries there!
As I left the
store a thought
came to me,
I had one in the
remote of the
color TV.
Well, I placed
that remote in
my wife's
favorite chair
I was ready for
Christmas with
hours to spare.
When out came my
wife and punched
that remote
And then said to
me, "The TV's
broke!"
So on with the
coat, the
gloves, and the
cap
Out in the cold
about ready to
snap.
I went to K-Mart
and stood in
that line
From 8:35 'til a
quarter past
nine.
As I came to the
checkout, my
heart leaped
with glee --
There was that
one lonesome
battery just
waiting for me.
When from my
behind I seen
this hand slip
And grab that
battery with a
real tight grip.
I wheeled around
and what did I
see?
This giant of a
man glaring down
at me.
Well, I
remembered an ad
I had seen on TV
Buy a Big Mac,
get your
batteries free.
So, I bought me
a burger I
didn't want...
They were out of
batteries, so on
with hunt.
I finally found
one at Servi-Star,
Paid for my
purchase and
made for my car.
When I entered
the door of my
humble shack,
My wife said,
"What's this
battery for I
found in a
sack?"
I was out there
in the press,
the push, and
the greed
To buy me a
battery I didn't
even need.
At last I
relaxed in my
easy chair,
When this still
small voice came
out of
somewhere.
"You're ready
for Christmas
with toys,
tinsel, and tree
You've got it
all together,
but what about
me?"
I fell on my
knees and cried,
"God, what have
I done?"
I got caught up
in the madness
and neglected
your Son.
The best gift of
all you've given
for free
Your Son, Jesus
Christ, for
sinners like me.
You sent Him to
suffer the shame
and the loss,
To shed his
life's blood for
me on the cross.
Well friend,
I'll never
forget ere I
rest 'neath the
sod,
The the greatest
of gifts if
given by God.
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