This Year For Christmas

Author Unknown
I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving
The thrill just wasn't there
No pictures taken with Santa Claus
My decorating has no flare
His presents are shirts, shoes and ties
Two suites and socks. . . .no fun.
I've bought him all white clothes because
This year I'm giving Christ my son.
I've spent more time in the temple,
Felt strength come from His words.
I've reread November's Ensign,
And my testimony stirred.
Our family prays more frequently
My tears more freely run.
Abraham seems closer
Because this year I'm giving Christ my son.
I wonder how those Lamanite Mothers
Gave their sons to war?
Or how the pioneers chose Zion
Their sacrafice was so much more
My loss will be his presence
I'll miss his smile a ton.
For two years we will pray for him
I'm giving Christ my son.
I stare at his face when he's not looking.
I memorize his eye, their shine.
He's always hungered for the part of him
That makes his soul divine.
The stories and lessons he always heard
His choice and mine are one.
I'll put my faith in God's hand
This year, I'm giving him my son.
Past gifts have lost their glitter,
I think I finally understand,
Christ's birth should be celebrated
By giving Him a hand.
It's because I know Christ lives and reigns,
That all his packing's done.
My gift has taken years to make.
This year . . . I'm giving Christ my son.