Jesus Died For Us Not Santa Poem by Shaila Touchton

Jesus died upon the cross,
A sacrifice for our sins, forever the loss.
He took upon Himself our shame,
And gave us life, His holy name.

He is the gift, so pure and true,
Given for us, to make us new.
He paid the price, for our transgressions great,
And opened wide, the gates of heaven's gate.

But Santa Claus, a myth, a tale,
No sacrifice, no love that prevails.
He brings gifts, but not from above,
And doesn't know, the depth of our love.

So let us cherish, the gift divine,
Jesus Christ, who made us His own line.
And let us not confuse, the two so distinct,
The true gift, and the fictional mist.