A little girl wandered on Christmas Eve,

In awe at the toys, and most everything.

A big tree decked with trimmings and lights,

Red Santas and snowmen, what a beautiful sight.

"Joy to the world, Good fortune to all,"

Rang the bustling music, throughout the mall.

"Love one another, and love your life,"

Read a poster, a secret, to live without strife.

 

Then popped a question, in this little girl's head.

She thought, and thought, then finally said,

"What is true love, What is this thing?

Is it being nice and not rude or mean?"

She then went on a quest to find out this thing,

To find what love's one true meaning means.

 

She asked a person and people all through the town,

She asked adults and children in large crowds.

They all said the season was all about love,

But none never knew what this sacred thing was.

The girl thought and thought, then she was confused,

"Well then," she said, "What was the use?

If none never knew and no one could say,

Then what is the point of this holiday?"

 

Then a man with a beard of pure snow white,

Found and told her of true love that night.

He said, "Christmas is about Him," and pointed up high,

"The man who came way before your time.

Christmas was this baby's day.

God gave Him to us and angles did say,

'Glory to God for his only son,

Who was born to die, He was the ONE.'

"It is His love that we celebrate,

Today is His day that we re-create."

 

"But what is TRUE love?" the girl asked again,

"What does it mean?" and then he began.

"Love is seeking to love loving the unlovable,

And reaching to touch the untouchable.

It's seeing their past their hate their anger,

Just like the man did, who was born in a manger."

 

The little girl's face was bursting with joy,

To know that love was no longer a toy.

She finally knew what true love was,

Love was a gift that came from God above.