'Twas The Morning of Christmas

Triumphant Victorious Reminders

Inspired by the Holy Spirit

Written by: Teresa Criswell

Merry Christmas! As you read this poem I wrote this evening, it is from the likely perspective of our 12 year old daughter.  She is excited to awake in the morning as it will be our 6th year of doing a scavenger hunt with her gifts.  

‘Twas The Morning of Christmas

By: Teresa Criswell

‘Twas the morning of Christmas

When all through the house

The dishwasher was running

And the laundry spun about.

The hunt was being planned

As the scavenger was me;

The clues were being written

So they could be placed so carefully.

Mom turned on the coffee

As daddy awoke

To the aroma of French vanilla

As I heard the spoon clang about.

Daddy sipped on his coffee

As mom cheerfully said,

“Tristin it’s time to go gift hunting”

And I shot out of bed.

I can’t believe it is Christmas

As I waited so long

But now that it’s here

I don’t want this day to be gone.

As we open our presents

And cheer with glee

May we remember why we celebrate

For Jesus Set us FREE!

Jesus is the Truth and The Word Made Flesh;

He was the promise fulfilled

The expression of God's love

He came in the form of baby as he'd later hang on a cross..

That Tree was a cross

And the cross was a bridge

A bridge to My Heavenly Father

So that we could be forever connected.