Twas the night before our Savior came and all through the house, not a person was praying, not one in the house. Their scriptures were laid on the shelf without care, thinking that our Savior would not come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing a head. And mom in her rocker, with baby on her lap, was watching the late show, while I took a nap.

When out of the East there arose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but angels proclaiming that our Savior was here. With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray, I knew in a moment it must be the day.

The light of His face made me cover my head, it was our Savior, returning just like he had said. And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I cried when I saw him in spite of myself.

In the book of life, which he held in his hand, was written the name of every saved man. He spoke not a word as he searched for my name, then he said "It's not here," and my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love, he gathered to take to His Father above. With those who were ready, he rose without a sound, while all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees but it was too late, I had waited too long and thus, sealed my fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight, "Oh, if only I'd been ready tonight."

In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear, the coming of our Savior is drawing near. There is only one life and when comes the last call, we will find that the scriptures were true after all!!!!!

During this holiday season I hope we all remember that the magic of Christmas is not in the presents, but in His Presence!!
We Love You All, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!