WAKE UP CALL: This poem by Kane writer Frances Wolfe Haight gets right to the heart of the Christmas spirit.

“A Wake Up Call”

I was asleep on Christmas night,

When I woke up with a fright,

I shook my head and opened my eyes,

I looked at the clock and had a surprise.

It was only 2 a.m. but as I listened,

The snow was falling and it glistened,

I heard bells ringing but faint,

I heard singing voices so quaint.

I got out of bed and tiptoed to the door,

Quietly, I looked downstairs at the floor,

I wondered if there could be a mouse,

Although I had never seen one in my house.

I went downstairs and into the hall,

The music was clear now, over by the wall,

I lit the light and the scene I saw,

Was not a mouse, no not at all.

The babe in the manger was under the tree,

The wound-up angels were singing to me,

The ringing bells were winding down,

As I stood there in my nightgown.

The scene was beautiful with peace,

As the music slowed and ceased,

I wondered which of my little ones

Had turned them on just for fun.

As I marveled at the scene,

I looked at the windows so clean,

A bright star was shining as it could,

And I knew Jesus’ love as I should.

The reason for Christmas is so clear,

It brings memories ever so dear,

But Jesus’ birth is always the best

And because of Him, we are so Blessed.

Merry Christmas!