Bread is baking in the oven, there is a fire in the fireplace and Christmas music is drifting through the house...you just can't beat it for getting in the Christmas spirit. And to add to that wonderful spirit, I have a poem to share. I am sure many of you have seen this but I think it reflects just what we should be thinking about. I do not know the author but I know he/she must be singing praise.

The Song of the Stable Mouse

'Twas the very first Christmas and throughout the house

There was no room to share - even for one small mouse.

So he went to the stable where the oxen were fed

To get straw from the manger to fashion a bed.

But alas the small creature found Someone sleeping

On the straw where the oxen and donkeys and sheep

Would come for their food - yet stranger indeed

Was the fact shepherds knelt right where animals feed.

The voices of angels danced on the night air,

The mouse knew heaven's music, though he'd never been there -

And though his mouse heart was incredibly small

It filled with such joy it could not hold it all.

The mouse had to join Nature's glorious song

And his wholehearted "squeak" could be heard right along

With the chorus of angels, the cows gentle "moos",

And the wonder of shepherds who sang the Good News.

For it doesn't matter if you're big or small,

If you're born to sing solo or can't sing at all,

As Christmas draws near it is your time to sing

From the heart filled with praise for our Savior, our King!

I wish each one of you a Merry Christmas filled with the song of our Savior.