It is Near

by Jesse Coghill
Poet farmer from Jordan

Now the days grow short and dreary,
Yet the atmosphere is cheery.
You must remember what is near,
My all time favorite time of year
When God gave us His Little Child
In days that were so cruel and wild.
Now the season is commercial
And you see it's universal.
Stores take advantage in this time
And profits are the bottom line.
Eat and drink, be hale and hearty,
Have your raucous Christmas party,
But don't forget the manger stall
And the Child who lived and died for all.