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Christmas Chtistmas ain't about stuffing and turkey and booze, It's all about Jesus: God in man's shoes. He lived here among us, no sin to His name, Yet was tortured, buried and NOW LIVING AGAIN! 'Why did God come to us?' I hear you ask, 'Coz He LOVES his creations, down to the last. He don't care where you live, nor what you've done, 'Bout the colour of your skin, or your native tongue. 'Boots' offered 'Choose three and just pay for two', Promotions were everywhere-how did you do? But the best deal you'll get won't save just a pound; It delivers God's promose of a future so sound. 'Believe in my Son' is all that He asks. He's the way back to Me, the release from your past. So when the mince pies are gone, and the bank balance less, Think! 'Christmas without Christ?'-consumerist fest! Kathryn Shemwell Kathryn wrote this poem when pondering what to write on her Christmas cards. She is happy for others to use it this way. Published in the December 2003 edition of the Church Magazine
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