A BUSINESS WOMAN'S LOST CHRISTMAS

She sighed and locked the office door
And headed for her car
Her face turned toward the sleet like mist
When she saw the shooting star

How strange, she thought, to see a star
On such a stormy night
It shown with such intensity,
A magic kind of light.

If only she were a child again
She’d make a wish to believe,
To feel the way she used to feel
This night on Christmas Eve.

It wasn’t that she was unhappy,
Or wished her life would change.
But where was the joy she used to know
When Christmas morning came?

She drove into the silent night
And through the icy blast,
Her thoughts on many childhood dreams
And the ghosts of Christmas past.

It’s then she saw the lit up church
And heard the church bells ring.
She slowed her car, and then she stopped
Before the manger scene.

She saw a tiny little girl
Alone, just standing there
Who reminded her of someone
In her coat and curly hair.

Then she stepped out of her snow cloaked car,
Walked up behind the child,
And though she couldn’t see her face
She knew the girl had smiled.

The little child stretched out her hands
To the baby in the hay,
It happened then, a miracle,
And it’s almost hard to say!

But the plastic Jesus lying there
Suddenly came alive
And reached out his infant fingers
To the girl of almost five.

The woman knelt in disbelief
As the little girl turned around,
And looking into her own eyes,
It was herself which she’d found.

And suddenly, it all came back
The joy which she had lost
Because the baby laying there
For her had paid the cost.

The little girl then smiled and waved,
And disappeared into the mist,
While the woman slowly bent her head
To leave Jesus with a kiss.

Then the woman drove into the night
No longer sad or forlorn
But filled with the joy and happiness
That comes each Christmas morn!

Donna Sue Leehan Berry
22nd, November 2008

“Let the little children come…for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these”…Matthew 19:14