Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the home
The kids were stir crazy, bouncing off the walls
The stockings were stuffed, hung on the chimney with care,
It was obvious that someone had been there.

Mom wished the kids were nestled, all snug in their beds,
With so much stress, she had visions of the holiday's end dancing in her head.
Baking and shopping and wrapping gifts from the GAP
In all the hustle and bustle of Christmas, all she wanted was a nap!

When in the living room there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from the kitchen to see what was the matter.
There stood her youngest with tears in his eyes
While his six year old sister sheepishly stood by.

The youngest was dressed in dad's bathrobe, from his head to his foot,
And while he looked so forlorn, he was so cute!
His sister had tried to dress him and lay him on his back
In a manger she had made out of toys she had stacked.

"I was trying to tell him the Christmas story," she exclaimed with a cry,
"And he wasn't cooperating!" she said as he stood by.
With his disheveled appearance and his round baby belly,
With all his crying, he shook like a bowl full of jelly!

I spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
Straightening the manger scene that had gone berserk.
I pulled out my Bible and turned to Luke 1,
And told them the story of He who had come.

In the busyness of Christmas, my daughter had it right.
She knew the season was about Him who had come one dark night.
I had forgotten the why in all my hustle and bustle,
But she had remembered, despite all the holiday hustle.

After we read about Jesus' birth, I told of His life
And how He came to save us from our sin and strife.
The baby in the manger grew and later died on a tree,
Why did He do this? To offer salvation to you and to me.

When we finished the story, the kids were so quiet,
They got up and walked to the next room, keeping silent.
But I heard her whisper as she moved out of sight,
"Happy Birthday, Jesus, thanks for making things right."