(Editor's note: Yesterday we celebrated Christmas 2017 and lots of gifts were shared out of love. I hope we all took time to think of the greatest gift of all. I was going through the files and I found an article written by Peggy Johnson. Most of the long time Town Crier readers will remember Peggy's column “From These Hills.” I enjoyed reading her columns each week and I miss them since she retired. She was always been an inspiration to me. I ran across one from the Dec.22, 1992, paper and I decided to share it once again.)
By Peggy Johnson
It's easy to get caught up in the hurry hurry of the holidays.
Sometimes we get so preoccupied with shopping, baking, decorating and running from one event to another, we forget what the Yuletide is all about.
Long ago I wrote a poem about decorating the family Christmas tree. In the poem, I described the trimming of the tree with tinsel and garland, pretty ornaments and sparkling lights. I told about completing the decorating, then stepping back to admire it from afar. To my dismay, I realized the top of the tree was bare.
I had forgotten the most important decoration of all.
I had forgotten the star that symbolized Bethlehem, the birthplace of the Savior.
Often as we exchange gifts with family and friends, we forget the most far-reaching and important gift ever given – the Christ Child in the manger.
Years ago during the Christmas season, I wrote the following poem about a mother and her baby.
Such joy you bring to me, my son,
As I look upon you know.
Newly born and still quite pink.
An answer to a prayer.
So small, so dear, so sweet,
My heart bursts with love.
The future stretches forth –
Awaiting you, my dove.
Perhaps you will be a teacher,
Or a leader of great fame.
A doctor or a lawyer
With a famous name.
You'll be wise and strong.
Of that much, I am sure.
But I can't promise luxuries, Son,
Cause your Dad and I are poor.
A tear falls on my cheek,
For some day you will leave us.
Now, let me tuck you in your bed
Sleep well, my little Jesus.