A note to readers: I wrote this poem to capture some of the frenzied feelings this time of year tends to bring out in many of us. May you remember the reason for the season and may it bring you peace.

Get ready, prepare! Christmas time fills the air.

Get ready, get set, go! Hurry! Time to celebrate!

‘Tis the season for flair and glare?

Hurry, scurry, worry everywhere!

Beware! Prepare!

Get this straight. I just can’t wait to see all the gifts presented to me.
Let’s see . . . one, two, three . . . hmm, only three for me.

How can that be?

Beware, prepare, take care! You got the date. Don’t be late.

Hurry, hurry. Why worry; there’s not much to it! You can do it!

Twizzle the drizzle on the frizzle, sprinkle the twinkle on the twinkle winkle!
Hooray! Okay, olé!

Decorate, donate, delegate, medicate, intoxicate, procrastinate, celebrate!

Wait. Why do we celebrate?

God so loved the world! Then he gave us Jesus.

God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.