‘Twas the night before Christmas, and strange as it seems;
I wasn’t indulging in covetous dreams.
But reading my Bible, I searched for a clue;
Why Christians take part in this holiday too.
I plainly could see that it carried His name;
But the spirit behind it just wasn’t the same.
The songs spoke of wise men, of virgin and child;
Of shepherds, of God, and all men reconciled.
But nothing was said of the blood and the cross;
Of repentance, and faith, and of counting the cost.
They sang of the babe, His miraculous birth;
But not of the day when He’ll judge the whole earth.
My Bible said nothing of Santa, or toys;
Of Frosty the Snowman, and small drummer boys.
A reference to Rudolph not once did I see;
But it seems Jeremiah did mention the tree.
I sat and I pondered this curious matter;
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter.
That I knew in a moment he soon would be here;
So I prayed in the Spirit and stood without fear.
He slipped down the chimney, quick as a flash;
And stepped from the fireplace all covered with ash.
There stood St. Nick with his bag and his beard;
He looked at the Bible I held, and he sneered,
“Another fanatical Christian, I see;
No stockings, no holly, no pictures of me.”
I asked him if Jesus was God in the flesh;
He said that was something he couldn’t confess.
He said, “I am Santa, I come from afar”;
I stood in the truth – “The Devil you are.
That suit and that beard doesn’t fool me one bit;
Your jolly deception is straight from the pit.”
“Beneath all your Ho Ho Ho’s, Lucifer lurks;
With your all-seeing eyes and your gospel of works.
Like a thief in the night you impersonate Christ;
Returning to judge the naughty and nice.”
“So call Christmas pagan,” he said, “That’s Okay.
‘Cause that’s what my sons at the Watchtower say.”
“You’ll look like a pagan or like a deceiver;
But none will suspect you to be a believer.”
I said, “I don’t care what your servants will say;
My loyalty lies with the Ancient of Days.”
“No matter how many abuses are hurled;
My Bible says be not conformed to this world.”
“You have no power, and no part of me;
So I stand on God’s Word, and command you to flee.”
He squealed like a pig that was stuck with a knife;
He ran to the chimney and climbed for his life.
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight;
“Merry Xmas to all, and a long, dark night.”
~ Unknown ~
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Footnote:
* The blog post “The Night Before Christmas” first appearing at this blog on 24 December 2016. The upgraded version with pictures subsequently first appeared on 27 November 2018.
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