Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Star of wonder...... of night
A king was born in Bethlehem and, the star with royal beauty bright appeared in the sky. Three most famous wise men saw the star and wondered at it. Wise men followed the star, the star with perfect light. The yonder star leading and still proceeding, guided the wise men to a beautiful manger. A manger with no crib for a bed, there was he laid down wrapped in swaddling clothes. Angels singing to him - Praise to the King and God and Sacrifice, Alleluia, Alleluia.  Also Sheperds were there with their heads bowed down to honour the almighty king, baby Jesus. Wisemen too worshipped the Jesus and offered their presents. Gold i bring to crown the king forever, to reign us all - a wiseman told. Frankinsense i offer to incense the deity nigh - other wiseman told. The third wiseman said - You breathe a life of gathering gloom, so i offer you, Myrrh, this bitter perfume.
Isn't the story amazing? When i heard this story for the first time, i was just a little girl. What i could get from the story was that Jesus, the eternal king,  was born in Bethlehem, so we celebrate the Christmas every year. We put up a Christmas tree, decorate the house with a little manager and have sweet memories of joyous Christmas. Once it so happened that my dad didn't get us anything to decorate the house; neither, he got me any Christmas present for that matter. I was so upset and wondered why my dad did so. Then my dad came to me; he took me into his arms and said that it was going to be one of the memorable Christmas we ever celebrated. I asked him, how? Then he said, that he came to know about few poor children who were homeless and with no education. And the true happiness of celebrating Christmas was in helping those poor children by giving them what they need and lead them in the right direction of bright light of education. Star led the wisemen in the right direction to the place where Jesus was born. Dad said i could be the same bright star if i could allow him to give the same money, saved for my presents, to those little poor children. That way with my bright twinkling light, they would see the generous Christ in me and, praise and worship him with their beautiful smile. And we all together could happily celebrate the joyous Christmas.


  1. wOw!! This is a beautiful story. Your Dad is so kind and wise.

    Btw, thanks for dropping by my blog. Appreciate the comments too. I certainly hope to hear from you more often.

    Merry Christmas!

  2. It really is one of the best Christmas stories, and the original. I always liked this one too.

  3. Merry Christmas to you too, Wenny.

  4. Following by from Friday Friend and Follow to say hello.
    Have a great day!

  5. I like the story. It is Christmas time!

  6. Love the story. Thanks anyway for the visit.

  7. Beautiful story and in time for holidays ..advance merry christmas let us give thanks to all the blessings we receive =)

  8. Beautiful story. I am impressed that your dad was willing to risk a crying child on Christmas to give to those who really need. :)

  9. Thanks for sharing.

    Bold move by your dad :-)

    I neither give nor accept Christmas gifts. God has been good to me and I am not in a position of need. Those near and dear to me honour my request and donate the money they would have spent on my gift to a charity of their choice.

    I really like what your dad did!