As I choose my Christmas tree, I meditate on the Trinity For the pine is only one, but its points consist of three. As I untangle a light string, I meditate on this awesome thing: The light of the world is Jesus, my Messiah and my Holy King. As I top the tree with a star, I see three wisemen from afar, behold Mary hushing her Son, through a stable door left ajar. Underneath, I stack wrapped presents, like jars of gold, myrrh, and frankincense, Bestowed on a sleeping baby who knew not their treasured contents. When my kids run down the stair, Wrapping paper flies everywhere. Our smiles stretch from ear to ear, as I read the Bible from my chair. *Have you read Draw Near's latest free ebook called Blessed Creation: A Christian Poetry Collection? Read it HERE. Learn more about the poets HERE.