Hey Danny, I caught your comment about the removal of Christ from Chistmas the other day. It reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years back about the same thing. I tried to post it on your wall, however it was too many characters. Hence, this e-mail.

"The Christmas gift"

As we approach this time of year

As Christmas day is drawing near

There's decorations, houses strung

With many lights, from eaves they're hung

The neighborhoods, dressed up so bright

Proclaiming Christmas, every night

There's hustle and there's bustling

There's shopping, presents rustling

People rushing, frantic, scurrying

On the run, excited, hurrying

To be prepared for that one morning

In all of this, Jesus, forlorning

We must respect the brevity

And focus on the Nativity

That's what this season's all about

Salvation's birth, without a doubt

It's what we should be celebrating

Not the presents, concentrating

On the day marked by His birth

Who gave His gift to a dying earth

As we, in turn, give gifts to those

We love, remember, Jesus chose

The cross for us, that we won't perish

No greater gift that we should cherish

So as we give our gifts away

We must remember what this day

Is all about, no other reason

Than Jesus' birth, this is His season

He's the one worth celebrating

His birth should cause us our elating

His life, His death, His risen glory

His gift to us, the Christmas story

a poem by Todd Powell 2007