What do you want for Christmas she asked?
A chemistry set would be a real blast
When Christmas came, this angel of grace
Was at our door with every gift in place
We were just poor preacher’s kids, our die was cast
Waiting for Christmas was always a great task
But we knew our selected gift of choice
Would make us shout from the top of our voice
What do you want for Christmas this year?
She would get it no need to fear
Just a hammer of my very own
Would make my day when you come to my home
Money was scarce and gifts were few
But, at our house we always knew
That no matter what the circumstance
We need not worry about chance
What do you want for Christmas this time?
A Louisville slugger would suit me just fine
Then I could be like Henry and Donn
A bat of my own yes, that’s the one
Ruth and Edgar were one of a kind
No children of their own they did not mind
Bringing smiles and joy to their preacher’s kids
And that helmet they brought me surely did
What do you want for Christmas, she asked?
She never let a Christmas pass
Every year until I left home
My gift of choice would become my own
I will never forget that act of grace
And the joy and smiles she brought to my face
I learned of God’s love and his saving grace
And his only son Jesus who took my place
And now each Christmas I hear that voice
“What do you want for Christmas, it is your choice?”
There is nothing I need that will bring me more joy
than the gift of God’s Grace to a little boy
(Written as a tribute to Ruth and Edgar Honsaker,
who helped make our Christmases a little brighter.)
Photos; from the family album
Reposting my Christmas Poems this week
We are remembered most by how we touch the loves others!