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Once in a Manger Once in a manger, a long time ago,Before there was Santa and reindeer and snow,A star shone down on humble beginnings belowOf a baby just born who the world would soon know. Never before had there been such a sight.Would the Son of a King have to suffer this plight?Aren't there armies to lead? Aren't there battles to fight?Shouldn't He conquer the world and demand His birthright? No, this frail little infant asleep in the hayWould change the whole world with the words He would say.Not about power or demanding His way,But mercy and loving and forgiving God's way. For only through humbleness would the battle be wonAs shown by the actions of God's only true Son.Who gave up His life for the sins of everyone,Who saved the whole world when His journey was done. Many years have now passed since that night long agoAnd now we have Santa and reindeer and snowBut down in our hearts the true meaning we know,It is the birth of that child that makes Christmas so. --By Tom Krause Santa in the Manger We got a card the other dayA Christmas one, in fact,But it really was the strangest thingAnd showed such little tact. For laying in the mangerWas Santa, big as life,Surrounded by some little elvesAnd Rudolph and his wife. There was so much excitementThat the shepherds saw the glowOf Rudolph’s bright and shining noseReflected on the snow. So in they rushed to see himFollowed by the wise men three,Who came not bearing any gifts—Just some stockings and a tree. They gathered round about himTo sing praises to his name;A song about Saint NicholasAnd how he came to fame. Then they handed him the lists they’d madeOf, oh, so many toysThat they were sure they would receiveFor being such good boys. And sure enough, he chuckled,While reaching in his bag,And placed in all their outstretched handsA gift that bore a tag. And on that tag was printedA simple verse that read,“Even though it’s Jesus’ birthday,Please take this gift instead.” Then I realized they really didKnow Who this day was forThough by every indicationThey had just chosen to ignore. And Jesus looked upon this scene,His eyes so filled with pain—They said this year’d be differentBut they’d forgotten Him again. --By Barb Cash Christians Awake "What would you like for a Christmas present?" That’s not such an unusual question for a father to ask his child. But when John Byron posed the question to his daughter, he received this extraordinary reply: "Please write me a poem." So on Christmas morning in 1749, the little girl found a piece of paper by her plate at breakfast. On it was written a poem entitled, "Christmas day, for Dolly." John Wainwright, the organist of Manchester Parish Church, later put the words to music. The following year on Christmas morning, Byron and his daughter woke to the sound of singing outside their windows. It was Wainwright with his church choir singing Dolly’s hymn, "Christians, Awake:" Christians, awake, salute the happy morn,Where-on the Saviour of the world was born;Rise to adore the mystery of love,Which hosts of angels chanted from above;With them the joyful tiding first begunOf God incarnate and the Virgin’s Son. --By John Byron (1749) The Stranger in the Manger He was cradled in a manger,Saddled to a strange land.Stranger he was to his kinfolks,Strangers he brought into his kingdom.In humility, he left his deity to save humanity.His throne he descendedTo bear thorns and cross for you and me.A servant of all he became.Prodigals and paupersHe made princes and priests.I can never stop wonderingHow he turns wanderers into wonderersAnd makes apostates apostles.He's still in the trade of making something beautiful of any life;A vessel of honor out of dirty clay!Please don’t keep on being estranged,Come to the Potter, your Maker. --By Seunlá Oyekola Christmas Prayer Loving God, on this Christmas Day,We praise the new born child,Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. We open our eyes to see the mystery of faith.We claim the promise of Emmanuel "God with us." We remember that our Savior was born in a mangerAnd walked as a humble suffering savior. Lord, help us to share the love of GodWith everyone we encounter,To feed the hungry, cloth the naked,And stand against injustice and oppression. We pray for the ending of warAnd rumors of war.We pray for peace upon the Earth. We thank you for our families and friendsAnd for the many blessings we have received. We rejoice today with the best giftsOf hope, peace, joyAnd the love of God in Jesus Christ.Amen. --By Rev. Lia Icaza Willetts Source Encyclopedia of 7700 Illustrations: Signs of the Times (p.882).