Every Christmas Eve, Diana’s dad would read a poem created by her Grandfather, William Webb. I’m not sure when this tradition started, but it is read after the dinner and before the gifts are opened. Allow me to share this with you today. Enjoy your family traditions as well.
A Christmas Reading
It matters not on Christmas morn, what faith, what creed men be.
It matters not what wealth of gold has come to thee or me.
It matters only that we know that in the manger lay
The Christ child they called Jesus was born on Christmas Day.
We toil and strive for earthly gain, we reckon not the cost,
Oft times in seeking worldly fame, a friendship prized is lost.
But the light that shone on Bethlehem is shining from afar.
On Christmas Day, those wounds are healed, love’s mantle hides the scar.
Our gifts today to those we love are but reverence to His will.
He gave His One Begotten Son on a cross on Calvary’s Hill.
His gift to us is not forgotten in every Christian clime.
We honor the One Great Architect who made His Gift sublime.
—William H. Webb.
That night some shepherds were in the fields outside the village, guarding their flocks of sheep. Suddenly an angel appeared among them, and the landscape shone bright with the glory of the Lord. They were badly frightened, but the angel reassured them. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you the most joyful news ever announced, and it is for everyone! The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born tonight in Bethlehem! How will you recognize him? You will find a baby wrapped in a blanket, lying in a manger!”
Have a blessed day.