A Poem reflection on the First Christmas.
THE FIRST CHRISTMAS
In the lowly stable,
No one could have thought
That the first feast at His table
Would be the first offering brought.
It was not pretty, as the stories often seem—
It was messy and dirty, just like you, just like me.
Yet out of the womb, hope overwhelming gleamed:
The Savior of the world… how could this be?
Mere teenagers, now parents of a King—
Frightened, and yet held in perfect peace.
Mary and Joseph, cradling their holy offspring,
Dreaming of His future, unsure of their piece.
Even the animals knew who You are;
They welcomed You gently into their space.
They lay themselves low with reverent care,
Knowing it was time to make room, give place.
Shepherds in their fields, alone with their sheep—
No hint of the joy awaiting in that barn.
Low in society, destined to keep
A quiet life, unnoticed, without alarm.
Suddenly the angels shattered the dark—
The silent night was silent no more.
“Go, shepherds, go! Follow the heavenly mark!
A Child is born—adore Him in the stable floor!”
Your birth changed the world
That single night in little Bethlehem, still and small.
Heaven broke into nature, the mold uncurled—
One breath of a baby fulfilled them all.
The first Christmas was not pretty or pristine;
It was broken—like you, like me.
Yet it was that holy mess that washed me clean,
Bringing heaven into my pain so I could simply be.
The First Christmas brought heaven to earth—
Jesus, Emmanuel, God with us.
Breaking the floodgate, restoring our worth,
Calling us back to His table of trust.
The First Christmas speaks of waiting abundant,
Of peace for the weary, with more to pour.
Advent reveals the faithful servant—
My wait, like Simeon’s, will be worth the score.
So in the lowly stable where my Savior lay,
My world finally came together;
For in that first moment, with His first breath that day,
I found freedom in the First Christmas forever.
