Christmas is holy only if you come
in silence to the manger, to behold
Your holiness made visible to you
Your gifts are but your open hands, made clean
Of grasping. Nothing else you lay before
The newly-born except your doubts and fears,
Your pale illusions and your sickly pride,
Your hidden venom and your little love,
Your meager treasures and unfaithfulness
To all the gifts that God has given you.
Here at the altar lay all this aside
To let the door to Heaven open wide
And hear the angels sing of peace on earth,
For Christmas is the time of your rebirth.
Christmass poem from ‘The Gifts of God’ by Helen Schucman, the scribe of A Course in Miracles.