Through the fog I vaguely remember,
further back in time, an innocent December.
There were gloves and warm hands,
bare trees and parade bands.
Magical season, the gift list a must.
Much more Christ is born, in Him I trust.
I heard of the Son born in the manger,
Yet ignorant of children that lived in danger.
The baby came to die for our sin.
Other children with no gifts…again.
All of December, waiting for Christmas Eve,
enjoying church plays to help us believe.
Already having a room full of toys,
unaware of cold little girls and boys.
Now to share the gift of Christ, so kids remember
warmer days, Jesus and an innocent December.