The dearest gift on Christmas Day
Is not beneath the tree.
It’s one that doesn’t need a box
That matters most to me.
No pretty wrapping or shiny bow
Adorns this wondrous gift.
It fills my heart with peace and joy
And gives my soul a lift!
What gift could possibly be so grand
That gives me everything?
It’s a baby boy, born on Christmas Day –
My Savior, Lord and King!

Note: This poem, attributed to Maureen P. Kissell, was submitted by Betty Stamm, for her church’s 2006 Advent Devotional. Our friend Betty went home to be with Jesus this past January (2024).