What is Christmas
This holiest of all the nights,
I wonder what it means?
It's surely more than candlelights
On tinselled evergreens.
It's more than toys that make it dear
And eating pleasant things,
For if you'll listen right you'll hear
A murmuring of wings.
My grandma says it's more than fun
And hanging up your stocking.
It's knowing any needy one
Might be the Savior knocking.
It's helping those who feel the rod
Of grief and heavy labors.
I guess it's being nice to God
By loving all your neighbors.
John G. Neihardt
Thanks to all the Bancroft-Rosalie Staff for a great first semester. Merry Christmas.
