Christmas poem — "They missed it again”

T'was the night before Christmas,

God glanced over the earth.

He looked to and fro,

All over it's girth.

They missed it again

He said with a sigh,

A heavy heart

and a tear in his eye.

I gave them my son,

So they could be free.

My greatest gift,

To them from me.

They traded me in,

For a man in red.

A little tree,

And horse drawn sled.

How do I save them,

And make them see.

My love is complete,

My grace is free.

How do I help them,

When all they know

Is a talking snowman,

And a box with a bow.

Maybe next year,

they will stop and see.

The biggest gift of Christmas

Is the little child from me.

— Author unknown