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...
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.