We had a few inches of snow a couple weeks ago, but it's almost gone now. Many are hoping for more snow by Christmas while others are hopeful that it will be a green holiday. The only one that really knows is God and whatever He brings will suit me fine even if it's a snow storm, for I recall one long ago Christmas which took place on Sunday when most of our children still lived with us when the there was so much snow we couldn't even make it the few miles to our church in Sherman.
As I was thinking about Christmas the other day, I found among my various resources a 1949 Christ Annual edition of the Louis Allis Messenger for the friends of The Luis Allis Co., in Milwaukee, Wis.
It was edited and prepared by Van B. Hooper and had several poems that had no copyright because the author was not available. It looked like the small annual magazine like the publication was prepared by hand. There were several old fashioned pictures in it and some of the writing was Old Version and hard to read. One poem I like a lot was not only delightful, but expressed what a young boy thought about at Christmas, which was about "A Little Black Dog," originally written by Elizabeth Gardner Reynolds.
As I think about the Christmas holiday, I know it was celebrated by our early forefathers as the birthday of Jesus and was a Holy day in honor of Him. The poem expresses why He came to earth to provide the free gift of Salvation by faith, to all mankind. Perhaps it wasn't in December, but I believe and know in my heart that He lives today in Heaven by the right hand of God and that's why our family celebrates Christmas.