This poem is my version of the original prose, “Twas the Night Before Christmas” that was acclaimed to have been written by Clement Clarke Moore in 1837. I take no credit for the style, nor for the words as all have been versed to give God the glory for this amazing gift of Jesus. He came and died and provided the only way for us to have eternal life with Him—and all we have to do is accept Him. Glory to His Name forever!
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house
every creature was praising, even the mouse.
The Bibles were open to the pages with care
and showed us so clearly that Jesus was near.
The children were singing and clapping their hands
with visions of a baby being born in the land.
Mamma with her bonnet and me with my cap
were in the mood for praising; not a long winter’s nap.
Then out on the lawn, there arose such a ringing
and there on our sidewalk were carolers singing.
We opened the door, and our eyes bestowed
the big white flakes of the Christmas snow.
The moon shone brightly on the singers around
as they sang in unison their glorious sound.
When, what to my praising heart should I feel?
but the presence of Jesus that became very real.
With voices of praise, they were all in accord,
and our hearts were delighted as we envisioned our Lord.
In the glory of Heaven, His presence came
with the angels about Him who praised His name!
“Wonderful, Counsellor and Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Savior, and Lord!
Prince of Peace, Healer, and Son of God,
Creator, Advisor, and King of the world!”
With a gentle breeze, the caroler’s scarves danced
and their voices grew louder as we were caught in their trance.
We joined with their singing and praising aloud.
What an inspiring few minutes we spent with this crowd!
But soon they moved on to bless the next home
and we went inside so we could carry on
With our praises to God for His gift we would sing;
the gift of Jesus who was born to be King!
He left His throne above to be born in a manger
and gave up His glory for the life of the stranger.
But that’s why He came, to teach us as kin
that He was the Savior who would die for our sin.
And He died on that cross! But He rose again, whole!
His side was still pierced, His hands bore the holes!
Yet, He was alive, and He gave us His promise:
He’s coming again soon, this time to get us!
We’ll speak not a word, but our hearts will sing
because we’ll know the voice of Jesus, our King.
And with His arms wide open and a twinkle in His eye,
He’ll call us home where forever we’ll abide!
So we’ll sing and praise God forevermore;
Jesus our Messiah, our King, and Savior!
We give Him the praise, as we sing with delight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
I have written two books specifically about the birth of Jesus: one is entitled, “The Boy Who Would Be King”, and is written in large print and with easy words for children to read and understand. The second book is “One Glorious Night”, which is comprised of six stories; each one is a personal testimony of this miraculous event, told by those who were there, as imagined through the eyes of this author. Based on Scripture, I know you will be blessed with a better insight into God’s love for you as the emotions of these stories fill your own heart with a desire to know Jesus. (You can see these books on the right side of this page.)
Thanks for stopping by and have a great day! … ronnie