The Night AFTER Christmas by Albert Brewster
‘Twas the night after Christmas and all through the house,
again no creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Mama in the bedroom; me asleep in my chair,.
totally relaxed without a worry or care.
When all of a sudden came a great rush of thought!
We had received so much more than we had bought.
And to think about that one Christmas day
was just about enough to blow you away.
The children had been especially nice to each other.
(You would never have guessed they were sister and brother.)
Together at the table; each in our place;
no pushing or shoving while I said grace.
We shared our love, our songs, our laughter.
We shared the chores and didn’t even have to!
Just what was it that made it all work?
Was it all planned, or simply a quirk?
As I think back I seem to recall
a series of messages from a man named Paul.
Andrew, Simon, John, and James,
Matthew, Bartholomew, and other odd names.
Someone is gone but is coming again,
We’re all brothers, or some kind of kin.
Coming from childhood these thoughts surround me.
Complex truths so simple they astound me!
The Word that reaches me doesn’t come through my ear -
from so far away - and yet so near.
Now I am looking for answers, and they must be viable.
I open the desk drawer, and dust the Bible.
We counted our blessings this wonderful day
and knew it could always be that way -
Or, would we let it escape us and again be gone,
when we get back to routine; and turn the TV on?
Bert Brewster UMC Pastor: adbrewster@aol.com
