Saturday, December 18, 2010

Our Christmas Letter, 2010

Most of our Christmas letters have been sent via snail mail.

Since my hubby puts some much into our letter each year, I wanted to share it with all of you.

May Christmas fill your hearts everyday, as we watch and wait for His appearing...



Christmas 2010 
by Karl Magsarili





My children have taught me the preciousness of time


It can slip away quickly without reason or rhyme


They were once little infants dependent on me


But as they have grown they are being set free





I blinked and my Elijah, who once crawled on the floor


Is dribbling a soccer ball, trying to score


His coach notes his humble height sets him apart


But what impresses him most is he plays from his heart





I turned and my Charlotte, as an infant so small


Would climb on the furniture to try to get tall


She’s now doing pirouettes on the ballet stage


And to see her on pointe means she’s coming of age





My ear was distracted from hearing Abby’s first word


Then I realized a tap, tap, tap fills the air like a bird


She is blogging about her life, as a young teen


Or writing a novel about castles and queens





I was eight by a pool in the San Diego sun


Beside me she was nine and my heart leapt a ton


After 16 years of marriage, Lainie still makes me melt


A blessed gift from God, my wife, I was dealt





Homeschooling is still how the kids learn creation


Violin the girls do to make a music sensation


Elijah’s still drumming to give us a beat


Mr. Darren, our ferret, still loves to sleep





These things we all do, gives us a part


Of life and its living, what pleases our heart


But what brings me most joy in the car late at night


Is my kids singing praises to the God of Light





I grew up with Christmas meaning Christ at the center


A gift from God, so Heaven we may enter


For whatever good I do, falls short of His glory


We all have failed at one time, that’s all of our stories





But grace is His gift, and it didn’t come cheap.


Like a Lamb to the slaughter, He uttered not a peep.


Except to say, “It is finished!” His work it was done.


We are now brought to the Father by the work of the Son.



***


From all of us to all of you...


Merry Christmas

4 comments:

RachelT said...

That is such a sweet letter! I love the rhyming, but also what it is really saying about your family!

Kelsey said...

LOVE IT! :-)

Jen@Scrapingirl said...

That is a wonderful letter. Merry Christmas!!!

The Director said...

I love Daddy :)

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