Last Week and a Poem

I wanted to share the Christmas poem I wrote last year again. First, I have to say: my husband is home!!! He was in training in Las Vegas (poor guy, right?!) all last week. I have to say:
Me as a single mom? Not so pretty!
I actually did better than I thought. I didn't entirely lose my mind. I liked how clean our house stayed...
Hmmm...perhaps the mess that's usually found around here isn't from the toddlers but the man of the house?! Not fair - I think I was just more on top of it out of loneliness at the end of the day!
Highlights from last week:
Tangled with the girls. So funny!!
A flu that only lasted a bit - God was gracious to me and my girls were amazingly sweet and mild while I was sick.
A fun play date with dear friends where the girls that usually fight played amazingly well.
An outing with Mommy and girls: Burger King, visit with my sister and a night of Christmas light peeking. Even Fo Bear got into it!
Anyway. It was a fun ladies' week, but i am so happy to have my husband home!
And now for the poem. This sums up all that Christmas truly is to me. Hope you enjoy.

The Night of Christ’s Birth
‘Twas the night of Christ’s birth and all through the land,
the only noise to be heard was the bleating of lambs.
The shepherds nearby kept warm by the fire
Longing for hope in a world so hopelessly dire.
Lord Jesus was wrapped in swaddling clothes
God’s final answer to Man’s lifetime of woes.
His mother Mary-a virgin- lay nestled nearby
And Joseph, her husband, worked to keep them all dry.
Unaware as they looked on the fragile babe with awe
That angels proclaimed the fulfillment of the Law.
To weary shepherds that kept watch through the night
Cherubs worshiped the God of Glory and Light.
After heavy eyelids drifted off into sleep
Jesus suddenly awakened to the bleating of sheep.
As Mary and Joseph looked on in surprise,
Shepherds approached God’s only Son with tears in their eyes.
His hands –someday to be stained with our sin-
Were in tight little fists thrust under His chin.
His eyes that had seen the world as it was new
Glistened and sparkled a soft baby blue.
He cried out in hunger for His mother to hear
And she tucked him in close as more shepherds drew near.
“This” they wondered, “is the hope for all men?”
But none of them doubted what the angels told them:
“Born to you this day and lying in a manger
is Christ Jesus the Lord, your only true Savior.”
Having seen Him this night they hurried to spread
Good news to Bethlehem’s people, who slept in their beds.
Mary treasured these things up in her heart.
When His life came to an end, she would think of this start:
In a humble stable with a trough for a bed,
A cross on Golgotha is where He would be led.
Hope for sinners would be hung there to die
But three days later would victoriously rise.
Triumphant and whole, our Savior would then
Sit down beside God -ransom paid- for the sin of all men.