So the musical piece above is meant to accompany the reading of the poem below. If read aloud at an even pace, the timing is quite perfect. So hit play, and begin to read. Enjoy.
Can you hear it?
It is the sound of a cold winter night
All the world thickly blanketed in snow of purest white
I can smell the cool crisp air
See my breath dissipating playfully before me
As I take in the gorgeous serenity that surrounds me,
And all is still
Candles joyfully shining in the windows
Icicles hanging from the eves of houses
And snowflakes falling silently in happy spiraling patterns,
Creating the aura of an ethereal fantasy
For some, it is the season of giving;
Of joy, beauty, and tranquility
For others, it is the season of cold;
Of loneliness, loss, and pain
But on this cold winter night,
As I look through the snow laden branches
I see a house nestled among the trees,
Hidden in the shelter of the woods
In this house,
You will find no reindeer, no sleigh
But there are people,
People that make up a family
Though you will see no Santa Claus,
You will see the father working to provide for his children
Can you see him at his desk?
Struggling to make ends meet
But always finding time to spend with his sons and daughters,
Causing them to laugh and to smile.
Though you will see no elves,
You will see the mother tucking the children in, everything just so
Can you see her at the kitchen table now?
Taking a moments rest after her long day
Her face is worn by lines of love and care
But the sparkle of joy and compassion has never left her eye
Walking through snow to the door,
You see a shovel, broken from shoveling ice
You are greeted by tired, but loving smiles
Though you may be a stranger,
You will not be turned away
Though they may not have much,
They will give to you what they have
And He provides, the One to whom they pray
Though the hardships of life have always accompanied this house,
All is not sorrow, nor has tragedy won
They have endured, for this is not their house, but His
And joy resides steadfastly in their hearts and spirits
And why, for these, do they have such love and joy and peace?
Not just for presents,
Not just for friends,
Not just for family
No, it is oh, so much deeper than that
For them, it is for the birth of their loving Savior
And the sacrifice He made
From Him alone do they have the strength to endure and the joy to give
For Him they live,
And for them He died.
And so this house goes on,
One slow day at a time
And this simple family serves Him with everything they have
And He knows He will always be welcome in His house.