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Christmas, 1953
by Eva Braswell
When holly wreaths have all been hung,
And many carols have been sung,
And bells of all the churches rung,
Then we know it’s Christmas!
There gleams a tiny candle light,
Here, Christmas tree with tinsel bright
And children laughing with delight;
They are glad it’s Christmas.
The starlight brightens earth and skies
All wrapped in snow, the cold earth lies,
While north wind sings instead of sighs,
So all may know it’s Christmas.
It sings of Babe born long ago,
God’s greatest gift to earth below;
(Because of Him, we gifts bestow
On those we love at Christmas.)
It tells of manger--Holy Child--
Of angel song to shepherds mild,
A mother heart so undefiled
She bore God’s Son that Christmas!
Of bright and glowing eastern star
Guiding wise men from afar;
Its rays still reaching where we are
With joy and peace at Christmas.
But birth is naught for happiness
Unless all life and death confess
That God is Truth and Righteousness
As Jesus does each Christmas.
So may our hearts with love light shine
May all the glory, Christ, be Thine
That all may know our Lord Divine
Was born, still lives, this Christmas!
Eva wrote to USADEEPSOUTH:
“I have written nearly 400 poems and essays over the years . . . I enjoyed writing Little Willie because my husband and I both lived many of the incidents contained therein. We are in our eighties, married for 61years.”
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