After Christmas

After the cards and gifts are opened and oohs and ahhs are heard,
What remains but to listen to the Word?
Wrappings torn and bows discarded, strewn about the tissue,
What remains the issue?
The point of all the trees and trimming,
Of all the songs and hymning
Is Immanuel: God with us.
God
With
Us;
Incarnate
Eternally,
To be adored and
To be obeyed,
Not only that baby in the manger laid,
But the man on the cross and in the tomb and raised,
Ascended and
Someday
Returning.
"O come let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord!"