This year for Christmas...

I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving.
The thrill just wasn't there.
No pictures taken with Santa Clause,
my decorating has no flair.
His presents are shoes, shirts, and ties,
two suits and socks...no fun.
I've bought him all white clothes because...
This year for Christmas I'm giving my son.
I've spent more time in the temple,
Felt strength come from His words.
I've reread Novembers Ensign,
and my testimonys been stirred.
Our family prays more frequently
My tears are quick to run.
Abraham seems closer because,
This year for Christmas I'm giving my son.
I wonder how those Lamanite mothers,
gave their sons to war?
Or how the pioneers chose Zion,
their sacrifice was so much more.
My loss will be his presence,
I'll miss that smile a ton,
For two years we will pray for him,
I'm giving Christ my son.
I stare at his face when he's not looking.
I memorized his eyes, their shine.
He's always hungered for the part of him,
that makes his soul divine.
The stories and lessons he always heard
His choice and mine are one.
I'll put my faith in God's hand,
This year, I'm giving Him my son.
Past gifts have lost their glitter,
I think I finally understand,
Christ's birth should be celebrated
by giving Him a hand.
It's because I know Christ lives and reigns
that all his packing's done.
My gift has taken years to make,
This year...I'm giving Christ my son.

thanks to the Missionary Mom website for this poem,
I can't help but think of Mary, and her knowledge that her son was to be a gift and a sacrifice for all of us, the least I can do is show my love and gratitued to my Savior by sharing my son with the people of Veracruz...my heart is so full...we are so blessed to have Jordan in our family, and the example he is to each one of us-
We love you Jordan,
God bless you and Merriest of Christmases!