Several years ago, I tossed a generic package of
Christmas cards onto the table in front of my husband and remarked, “I
could make a better card than this!” To my surprise, he looked at me and
said, “Then do it.” Never one to back down from a challenge, I enlisted
the help of our then teenage son, who was a budding artist. Aaron and I
collaborated – he drew a picture for the front of the card while I
wrote a poem and greeting for the inside. Pleased with our creation we
took the card to a printer then sent them out to family and friends. We
had such a great response that we decided to make another card the next
year. So began a family tradition.
For fifteen years
Aaron and I turned out a new card each Christmas with him doing
intricate pen and ink drawings for the front of the card to match the
poem I wrote on the inside. Our friends and family shared the cards with
others and our mailing list grew to over 100 as people asked to be
placed on our custom Christmas card list. Though Aaron and I ended our
collaboration a couple of years after he was married, I continue to
write a new poem each Christmas, now sending it with a Christmas letter.
This year will mark my 27th year to send a poem to friends and loved
ones. And since I now count my readers among my special friends, I am
including a Christmas poem in this month’s column. I wish each of you a
very blessed Christmas and a healthy, happy New Year.
The First Christmas
Louise Tucker
Jones
It was not just an ordinary star
shining down that wonderful night
And the angels who heralded the
birth made a most extraordinary sight.
Wisemen, laden with gifts,
began their journey from afar
To worship Christ the King, being
guided by the star.
But in a manger in Bethlehem lay the Christ
child nestled in hay
While plain, everyday shepherds came to kneel,
worship and pray.
And now I, like the shepherds of old, with nothing
exceptional to see
Have become somebody special because of Christmas
and Calvary.