The last Christmas



Twas the night before Jesus

Came and all through the house,

Not a creature was praying,

Not one in the house.

Their Bibles were lain on

The shelf without care,

In hopes that Jesus would not come there.


The children were dressing

To crawl into bed,

Not once ever kneeling

Or bowing a head.

And Mom in her rocker with

The baby on her lap,

Was watching the Late Show

While I took a nap.


When out of the East there

Arose such a clatter,

I sprang to me feet to see

What was the matter.

Away to the window I

Flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and

Threw up the sash!


When what to my wondering

Eyes should appear,

But angels proclaiming

That Jesus was here.

With a light like the sun

Sending forth a bright ray,

I knew in a moment this

Must be the Day!


The light of His face made

Me cover my head,

It was Jesus!, returning

Just like He said.

And thought I possessed

Worldly wisdom and wealth,

I cried when I saw Him

In spite of myself.


In the Book of Life which

He held in His hand,

Was written the name of

Every saved man.

He spoke not a word as He

Searched for my name,

When He said, “It’s not here”,

My head hung in shame.


The people whose names had

Been written with love,

He gathered to take to

His Father above.

With those who were ready

He rose without a sound,

While all the rest were

Left standing around.


I fell to my knees, but

It was too late,

I had waited too long

And thus sealed my fate.

I stood and cried as they

Arose out of sight,

Oh, if only we had been

Ready tonight.


In the words of this poem

The meaning is clear,

The coming of Jesus

Is drawing near.

There’s only one life and

When comes the last call,

We’ll find that the Bible

Was true after all!


John Nick


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