Big As We Need It To Be

 

 

Big As We Need It To Be

This time of year,
When the expectation of snow,
Hangs in the air and God
Prepares to lay a blanket
Across the fallow winter Earth,
We hang our earnest stockings
By the fire and trim once more,
Our tiny Christmas tree.
That sits atop the bookshelf,
Beside a ceramic lighted church
A porcelain stable and a manger

In our tiny home there's only room.
For a tiny Christmas tree, small
But as big as it needs to be for us.
In Bethlehem there was no room for Him.
Only a tiny manger, small but still He came to it,
To us that night; but an infant and yet,
Bigger than all the world could hold and with Him,
Christmases as big as we'd ever need them to be. 

©2021 by Tom King