Christmas Coming Thoughts Of Spring

December and the trees are bare And breath of Winter in the air And holy, holy Christmas Day One day less than a week away. The nights are long and cold and drear The days are short this time of year And I am longing for the Spring When grasses grow and songbirds sing. And though Christmas means a lot to me I'd much prefer, prefer to see Wildflowers blooming in grassy leas And glossy leaves adorning trees. At Christmas Christians honour Jesus birth The son of God who walked on Earth He lived amongst us common men And on a cross died for our sin. What right have I to celebrate The birth of one so pure and great When I am full of selfish greed And only think of my own need. And in a World of so much mistrust Christmas ought to belong to the just And I for one don't feel worthy to pray In Jesus house on Christmas Day. Yet even I can appreciate The wonders that our God create And in God and Nature I feel I see Perhaps a common entity. In Spring I see their miraculous power In every blade of grass and flower And hear their tender and mellow voice When all of their little birds rejoice. December and the weather cold And old year getting very old And housewife buying the Christmas tree And thoughts of Springtime haunting me.