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  • Writer's pictureLaura Kae

Merry Christmas, Jesus!

This is the poem I wrote on the evening of the day I was baptized on Christmas of 2005. At the time I lived in a retirement/assisted living center for elderly people. I exchanged labor for room and board. (Wild college days had I!) I remember curling up on one of the couches in the main living area to write this. I wonder if my memory serves me correctly, or if I actually wrote it curled up in bed? In any case, an aunt and a friend had gone to church with me that morning and spent the day with me. After they went on their way, I continued celebrating my entrance into God’s family with only Jesus. Merry Christmas, Jesus! I love You, too…

Merry Christmas, Jesus! Merry Christmas to You! The family’s gone home And left me with You.

Let’s have a drink together. Sit back and reflect About the sacrifice You made so long ago.

Merry Christmas, Jesus! Merry Christmas to You! The world’s walked out And left me with You.

Don’t think I’m complaining There’s nothing I’d rather do On Christmas, Jesus, Than spend it with You.

Merry Christmas, Jesus! Merry Christmas to You! My heart’s overflowing At the good news.

God of all Creation Yet incarnate Babe! You’ve left me speechless, Jesus, By the love that You gave.

Merry Christmas, Jesus! Merry Christmas to You! You’ve wrapped me in love And all others, too.

It’s beyond comprehension All that You have done. You’d have done it still To save but one.

Merry Christmas, Jesus! Merry Christmas to You! I just wanted to say, “I love You, too.”

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