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W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable. I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men. S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him. E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day." M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him. It was filled with hay. E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day. N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men. S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens. T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King" I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr. L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today! L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us. S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him. E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way. E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him. K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future. H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way. I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all. M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him. T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree. O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love. D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives. A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time. Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You. Will You accept this love? For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.
LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night
Oh the day of Christmas 2020! The snow has for long, been pushed further into the year. I shan't spill a single tear. Christmas this year is beautiful that I in my prime of Twenty Three am so glad. I am so glad that you could spend it with me, my wonderful. You are my breath of fresh air, my tender kiss. You are my only Christmas wish. Your beautiful glossy dark hair. Followed with a loving oh so, tender stare. You were my Christmas past. You are my Christmas present. And you... You will be my Christmas future. There is no hate on Christmas day. Tender loving care, here and away. I'm glad that I can spend it with you. My heart beats fast when your air fills the room. My eyes tear up at the sound of your beautiful voice. My hands bloom for your radiant glow. Because I know, you know. What I want for Christmas this year.
This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves as my guideline that I shall follow happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly for the sake of our love life. Indeed l am well aware of the fact that the beauty of this pledge does not only lie in word alone but in action as well. For that reason in every season I shall show steadfast commitment to the implementation of this pledge with a great deal of astuteness. I therefore commit myself to be your devoted and delivering husband for all the years l shall live with you on this earth. I shall treat you with the love and care you deserve as my wife. Indeed l shall treat you with the distinction and dignity that is befitting of the queen of my heart. That body, that bone, that breath shall be my mine to treasure, for sure; a dearness to promote and protect for dear life…and love! I shall stand by and with you in all the situations of our life. If the situation demands that we sail, sail we shall together. If the situation demands that we climb, climb we shall together. I know very well what l am getting into: I am getting into a marriage that is overflowing with blessings. This marriage- with our mutual commitment- will stand the test of time. I know very well what I am getting into: I am getting into a relationship that brims over with a transforming power of love. This marriage-with our mutual commitment – will transform naivety into maturity troubles into challenges pretence into practice pride into progress bachelorship into companionship. I pledge to be your steward and partner for all times. I shall value the consultations and decisions that we make as husband and wife. As head of the family I shall do nothing to derail our love train for anything else least of all for personal and selfish reasons. Now and forever I am your lawful and loving husband… This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves as my guideline that I shall follow happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly for the sake of our love life. Indeed I am well aware of the fact that the beauty of this pledge does not only lie in pronouncements but in practice as well. For this reason every season I shall demonstrate untiring love and loyalty to you; a love and a loyalty that is a living embodiment of our marriage vows. I therefore commit myself to be your honouring, supportive and loving wife for all the years l shall live with you. I shall treat you with the love and care that you deserve as my husband. Indeed I shall treat you with the dignity and nobility that is befitting of the king of my heart. On my mind it is always fresh that I am the flesh of your flesh. Green or grown I am the bone of your bone. I know very well what I am getting into: I am getting into a relationship that elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood. I shall endevour to put my family first with all the rights, obligations and privileges that come with wifehood. I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off loneliness and lostness from our relationship, seeking nothing but your companionship; banking on your stewardship, sinking together any hardship. Since you are mine I shall not do anything else to undermine our relationship for personal or egotistical reasons. Now and forever I am your lawful and loving wife…
Snow sprinkles the ground as delicate as sugar crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage only found in the heart of a child's imagination. Like happiness it can melt in your hands, and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth hugging till the land soaks in it's providence white like the pages I battle with Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground And when it lands, A blanket of perfection glistening the season to a crisp gently the sun arises "there's no where to go today, I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall. Then everything is quiet There is a whisper in the air It ripples through the trees See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their perches in the trees for the newborn And life and love has never felt as strong as now A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry And then they stop and the world is silent The snow has stopped falling The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past The child, a child of time whose Voice comes with the Christmas snows, To give every soul the chance to hear The song of joy and love and beginning, So it is never forgotten; The song of the Christmas Snow
Once upon a Christmas dreaming Alphabets of spelling sleep, Coal and snow plumed shrouded wreaths, Fantasia minds plunged ever teeming Distant choral souls redeeming, Silence weeping, starlight beaming, Light years bursting solar sheaths. Whatever lost craved warmth and finding, Rang the bells and rapped the brass, Crept a creep of holy stealth, Midnight chimed, the clock unwinding, Visual feasts of gospels blinding, Shadows lifted, ever minding Love bestowing priceless wealth. In the veils of crystals falling Carols gelled with latticed ice, Knitted pearls of liquid frost, The songs of Christmas past were calling, Eerie, wistful caterwauling, Heaven bent on reinstalling, Beckoned home whatever lost. Once upon a Christmas waking To a world of perfect white, Love and caring left the grave And arms wrapped bodies live and shaking, Purest beauty in the making, Gifts for giving, gifts for taking, And all we took was all we gave.
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ? My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers My Mother caring about all five in different ways Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~ Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws ! Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong. The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky " My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting. My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish, feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate . After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate .. Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ? Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~ the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on . Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~ Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~ Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza ! Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore. Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel ` Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores. ~ That is the Family I Love , that is the Family I choose to miss ~
"Sir Cliff Richard " I do wish I could meet you, properly I mean, To actually speak to you, would be a dream. I've been to see you three times during the last few years, Although sitting watching you almost reduced me to tears, Tears of happiness that is, I hasten to add. I've adored you from afar, since you were not much more than a lad. Twice I have seen you at Nottingham's Royal Concert Hall, Doing your Gospel Concert, but there were no seats left in the stall. So up at the very top we sat. I was scared to move in case I fell flat. Then you came on and started to sing. It was a fantastic experience I would not have missed it for anything. Although we went to see you in October, they had Christmas trees on the stage, Because the show was being recorded for the Christmas edition of Songs of Praise. When it came on television, I videoed it so I could watch it all over again, And again, and again, and again, and again. My favourite songs are "From A Distance" and "The Twelfth Of Never." I could listen to you, forever and ever. I also like the song you did for Princess Di. Although when I listen to it, I really could cry, Especially the words, "All That Matter's in the End Will Be, The Love In You And The Love In Me. With a 20 Year Tranquillizer Addiction, and Agoraphobia, I've Been To Hell and Back. But Thank God, My Life Is Now Back ON Track. I sat with 12,000, People at Sheffield Arena, Just to see You, Years ago this would have been impossible for me to do, Now my greatest wish in life is too, Get The Chance Just To Meet You.
To be in a young America ~ visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg in all excitement of a new Land to call their own celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen films without 3-D costing less then a dollar Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain exciting new visions of creating new concepts before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ? When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time Cereal being a cheap snack for after school school supplies costing twenty dollars Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~ 2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice Never forgetting our Motor city Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye What happened to us ? Where did America Go ?
As I struggle with thoughts about life, I pack up Christmas items: (1) Removed Christmas China decorated with holly (2) Stacked up those gold charger plates now no party (3) Bagged up the centerpiece, removed green candles (4) Things beginning to look in shambles (5) Check those Christmas placemats (6) Clean spots can tell we are not aristocrats (7) Fold pine green Damask Tablecloth (8) The naked table stands like a Behemoth_ Well, in my old age I am beginning to match the table..
I was just trying to remember the past trying to remember the good people and the bad people, that i came across on my way, i want you to know that you are among the good people that left a good trace in my life, once again i just want to say thank you for passing through my life, is so short but is wonderful i want you here forever.
Black Friday traffic So I'll shop online today: Coffee and my robe 11-28-14
TEARS ON SANTA'S CHEEKS Daddy's little girl is going. Daddy's little girl is slowly leaving... Silent night... it's what the angels are singing Outside there are ringing laughter, however-- on a hospital bed which was cold white as the snow lies the body of a little girl, dead. Her little soul just had to go. She just had to go ahead than the others. Her once sun kissed face when she smiles now the palest cream. Her once twinkling eyes now shut so tight. The glow of light and love she always bring was lost on Christmas night, as Santa stood in red and white holding a present on his hands staring at the child his eyes wet with falling tears for his little girl had died. ©O. E. Guillermo 12:02 am, November 27, 2014
There were things of mine in the drawers that could be thrown out, But I kept gravitating to the things that were his. His Public School 45 autograph book. It was red, white, and blue leatherette with a zipper. Inside was his hand, writing the names of favorite teachers, And the dreams of the future you have when you are 13. His father, an old world German who never shared himself, left ink blotches of emotion under his hand. In another drawer, the fancy leather passport wallet complete with passport and photo. He was 16. I don't remember him talking about anything else with the same twinkle in his heart As he did about the 6 months he spent in Germany. Here is a poem written to him on his 40th birthday, by his best friend in the world. The gift made so much better because it was so unlike this IBM Executive to write personal poetry full of memories. There was an untouched underwear drawer. Belt buckles. Cards of love and joy that I had given to him over many years. A collection of Christmas wallets. A yo-yo. Gift from a child with nothing else to give. Old prescription glasses. Why do we keep those? Pocket knives, hankies. A sweater and socks I knitted for him, Always said they were too good to wear. I store them still. Every drawer I opened, every cupboard, every box stored away throughout the whole house had something of his tucked away within. A stray bullet or black powder ball. A toothpick holder. A cork screw. A flint, patches, pictures of his '49 Olds, a comb, a watch, pocket treasures. ~ Maybe if I go clean someplace safe like the fridge. And there was the bottle of Zeller Schwartz Katz wine bought for the coming Christmas season of entertaining. This is foolishness, hanging on. In spite of saving all this stuff the hole in me is still there. ... But I just could not throw him away.
It's Christmas! Christmas! That time of year When people are filled... With holiday cheer? Yeah right. . . I really do wish it were true But people are people Through and through It's not about happiness anymore Or in respect to what matters. In reality it concerns what you get And the food that is piled on the platters. What has happened to the world of today? Where is the 'loving and giving...'? Now it is all just me, me, me. Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living. Yep we might have a lot of things Hang on! Let's add some more It isn't the family that I'm expecting But the postman knocking at the door. When the topic turns to Christmas cheer Lets go stuff our faces... Break out all that lovely beer! Chuck away those graces! But... Suddenly the month is over There go all the gifts you gave Your debt payments crawl closer and closer And you become a material slave.
A fine fix we're in A real grumpy old grandpa Children complaining A house full of pure chaos And none happy at this time What will we do now This year has come to an end So very quickly No one's pleasantly moping Everyone's in displeasure Just one Christmas wish For a household of happiness Joy for everyone A wish of delightful laughs Cozy warmth to each other Just this simple wish Is all I ask for this year Not a possible task For myself to do alone I need Santa's help for sure After the blessing I will offer what you will A holiday toast Thank you for your services For granting my Christmas wish Entrant into Michael J. Falotico's "A Christmas Wish In a Poem" contest 12/13/2012
All I remember is going into the garage to get the snow shovel. I am not even sure how much of the driveway I managed to shovel. Apparently, I was lying in the snow for several hours before one of the neighbors noticed me. The next thing I remember is waking up from a deep sleep to the sounds of beeping machines with tubes and wires stuck into and on my body. As I slowly regained consciousness and my eyes were able to focus, I was aware of a young, bald child looking down on me. "Hi," said the smiling, angelic face. Given the child's age and complete baldness, I could not tell whether they were a boy or a girl. And, with the tube inserted in my throat and taped to my mouth, I was in no position to return their salutation. I tried to remember who this child might be and why they were here with me. I guess my eyes displayed my confusion as the child said, "I'm Elizabeth. They let me walk around the hospital a little. Sometimes I sneak out of the oncology wing and look for people who have no visitors. I like to make sure someone is there when they wake up. I know I always like to see someone when I wake up from my operations." She just stood above me smiling. I then noticed she was holding my hand. "Sometimes it is hard for family members or friends to come visit. Some people just really don't like hospitals. And, I guess", she said, "not everybody has someone that close to them. So, I like to become their visitor for them. I hope you don't mind." I didn't mind. Although it did make me embarrassed to realize that I fit in the latter category; I didn't have anybody that close to me. She just smiled at me and petted my hand as the medications worked their magic on me and I started to drift back off to sleep. I heard a nurse come into the room and say, "There you are, Honey. You need to get back to your room now and leave this nice man be." The next time I regained consciousness, I noticed a hand drawn picture of a house with a Christmas tree out front with a note that said, "I hope you get home before Christmas" and was signed by Elizabeth. Each new day, I was welcomed by another drawing of Christmas scenes; smiling faces; reindeer; and, starry skies. All containing a happy note and all signed, "Love, Elizabeth". After ten days of recovery and following the insertion of two stents into my heart, I was well enough to return to my empty home. On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the Oncology Wing to say good-bye and thank you to Elizabeth. When I asked the nurse at the floor station where I could find Elizabeth, she replied, "Oh I'm sorry, Elizabeth is no longer with us." I then said, "Well can you tell me her home address or phone number, I would really like to thank her for visiting me in my hospital room this past week." The look on the nurse's face indicated that I misunderstood what she had meant. Elizabeth was no longer with us. Sadly, I started walking towards the exit. Just before I got to the elevator, I noticed an open door with a man lying on his bed, with tubes in his nose and throat and nobody else in the room with him. I went into his room and sat in the empty chair. When he opened his eyes two hours later, I said, "Hi, I'm Joe. I noticed there was nobody here when you were brought back from your operation and I know how nice it is to see a smiling face when you wake up, so I thought I would sit here with you for a while. I hope you don't mind." He squeezed my hand; gave a slight smile; and, slowly drifted off back to sleep.
Christmas day is coming soon I can hear the little drummer boys beat As I sleep under a stack of newspapers At my home here on the street I have no shade from the summer heat No shelter from a spring storm When autumn and winter roll around I have no blanket to keep me warm I have no one to talk to No doctor to keep me well My life is like the seventh circle Of an everlasting hell I have no feast on Thanksgiving On my birthday, I have no cake Most nights as I sleep in my concrete bed I pray and hope I won't wake I think about the man I used to be The one that died so long ago Now all that's left is this scruffy, filthy creature Who I don't even know Now that Christmas is here again I pray to the good Lord above For a gift that most don't appreciate Filled with lots of happiness and love I'm not talking about material things I can get by without any of that All I want is a house and a family Complete with a dog and a cat I wish every single Christmas season That my dear, sweet Lord would send me A beautiful family with warm, smiling faces Sipping hot chocolate around a Christmas tree We would have a most amazing feast A rack of lamb tied up with a bow Then we would all get bundled up And go caroling in the snow Oh, how glorious that would be To have a family and a few friends To have people who love me Even after this life ends God please hear my prayers And answer them if you can Just grant one simple Christmas wish To this old homeless man
Who am I? Am I defined by what is near in sight? Am I defined by what I have done, Or am I defined by what I could become? Perhaps I'm of no use. To him, or her, or I, nor you. Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined, And it is something like understanding that comes in time. And if to the world I'm never shown, Yet in my own light I've grown and grown, And so I can know no happiness but my own-- The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown. I do not pray for the world to know my name. For it and verse; the letters are the same. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads, I pray his pain my words to keep. Should his eyes rain on my page, Better tears than storms of rage. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads. I pray his pain my words to keep. And if to the world you're never shown, Yet in your own light you've grown and grown, And so you know no happiness but your own. Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
I wish I could help you each and everyone. You light up my life and the same I would like to do for you. I don't like seeing you feeling so sad. If I could find that one thing to make it all better I surely would do it. Could I sit by your side when you feel the need to hide from it all? I would wipe away your tears and try to chase away your fears. I would hold your hand and whisper soothing words to you until you fall asleep. I pray for you to be free from all your pain and sadness today...tomorrow...and everyday hereafter. I wish for you to be able to enjoy everything life has to offer. Please know that you my family and friends each and everyone of you mean the world to me. For Christmas a miracle to you I would give...if only I could !!! Entry: Your Christmas Miracle Contest Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire Written On: 12/08/2011 Written By: Carol Brown 1st Place Winner
Let's escape to space & Leave the human race Space-love a new awesomeness Forget the life & the gloominess Kiss me, because I care Even thought the life is unfair I want to be a space-lover Love you now, tomorrow & forever Lest Live in a house made of stars & drive spaceship instead of cars We feel the space-love in moon I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless Screw the world, we found happiness.
Its Christmas time again and the bustle is on , cleaning the house, bring out the new stuff A touch of paint over there, I'm almost done, The lights are up, tree fully decorated, My place is decked out !! In the early Christmas morn, the gifts I lay beneath the tree, Everything is in place……Ohhhh, what a beautiful sight to see! Now retired to bed, pleased as could be He spoke - and it caused me to look at the thing I did not see I've cleaned and prepared my house for the day In the midst of this, have I done the same with life in any way? The scripture rang loudly in the blanket of the quite morn- "A child is born and a Son is given"- am I ready to receive this gift that's given? All the lights I've hung, He's the light of the world The ornaments on the tree, He's so precious to me This tree that stands in my hall so tall Upon a tree he hung, offered vinegar mingled with gall…… My responsibility right now, is share what's been offered to me If you did not have lights or decorated a tree, Could not buy a gift, or just didn't know the story… Jesus is the gift that's waiting for you Yes, you can receive Him, its long overdue Just open up your heart, he'll make it brand new Take a moment to ponder- Christmas is celebrating what Jesus has done for you !!! Merry Christmas!!! 12/15/11 revisited 12/17/12 sh
A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time, While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme. In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste, The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste With luminous face and much grace added the rest: As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked. His group had a passionate look at what was booked For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups. They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef, And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice; But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice. From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: Carnati - sausages kept in special aromatic smoke Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk; Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers; Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice, Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed; Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean; Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled And may falter some poetical from the famous songs Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray. This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday. ( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it the pickles cucumbers jar.)
your flowers came the other day so wild and free like me all colors graced the lovely vase so beautiful to see at first i didn't read the card so busy in my work i simply put them on my desk assuming them a perk so many flowers gifts and things appear each day on angels wings its christmas time again you see i never thought you'd think of me you passed away six months ago without you time just goes so slow i know your in a better place oh God to only see your face and then a chill came over me and all was plain for me to see you thought ahead and had them sent all though my love your life was spent these flowers came from you above and given with such life and love you knew how much i loved them so and in my heart they'll always grow... Merry Christmas darling Thank you for the flowers!
Wishes for magic stored in an innocent mind. Stockings on mantles, sharing Christmas joy and mirth, never happened in our home. Connie Marcum Wong © December 5, 2011 For Russell Sivey's Christmas Stockings Tribute
"Last Christmas I gave you my heart" a heart so thirsty for your aqua nest, a nest I thought was just for me and waited for a nod so many days. "Used to think that life was sweet" as sweet as your beautiful face, a face that soon would smile at me but in your nest was somebody else. "If he brings you happiness" "no, I'll never get the blues" I am yet to take back my heart still it is entwined with yours. "No New Years day to celebrate" for celebration means you to me, if you someday give back my heart along with it,give your heart free. Song#1:George Michael(Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart) Song#2:Cliff Richard(Used To Think That Life Was Sweet) Song#3:Freddy Fender(If He Brings You Happiness) Song#4:Cliff Richard (Lucky Lips) Song#5:Stevie Wonder(No New Years Day To Celebrate) © 2011 kashinath karmakar (15th May 2011) ================================
Walking under a burning sun Listening evocative Christmas songs Sweat furrows my motionless visage Snow calmly is falling down Alive drops dissolve my thoughts A fresh breath gently stirs Walking straightaway still alone Looking for a friendly crucial turn Nobody matching my broken mind What's hot? What's cold? Deep down somebody is already here Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
The Cradle And the Cross " 20 But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, "Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. 21 She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins." Matt 1:20-21 NIV The cradle of Christmas Has no meaning without the Cross. The babe we celebrate at Christmas Was born to win us back from loss. Part heavenly yet part human, This gracious Christmas gift, Was given to save mankind; Redeem the God-mankind rift. The Cradle and the Cross Show us God's great love; Reveal his glorious power And his life over death from above. They give us great hope for a future— A hope that cannot die. When we acknowledge the Cradle and the Cross; Upon Christ's life and spilt blood we rely. From Christmas to Easter We're reminded of the Cradle and the Cross; The sacrificial life of God's Son, That his own people sought to toss. The Cradle and the Cross Were prophesies of old. God's child was born unnoticed by most, Yet worshipped with incense, myrrh and gold. The Cradle and the Cross Bring forth glorious hope; Show us that there's nothing Beyond God's power and scope. They give us reason for joy And peace in our hearts to reign. May the goodwill of Christmas Be with all on earth to proclaim! Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com From my Christmas Edition of Poetry to Touch Your Heart & Soul [Christmas Edition]
I took a trip to the florist, This past Christmas Eve morn. And happened by a homeless man, Who seemed lost, and forlorn. He said: "Good sir, I need your help, I don't seek to deceive, I need some roses for mama. For it is Christmas Eve." "But they act as though I'm not there, These florists must be blind!" He handed me his change and asked, If I would be so kind. He'd saved enough for three long stems, Not much of a bouquet, But cheerfully he shook my hand, And then was on his way. Convinced that I'd done my good deed, I bought some for my wife. Two dozen beautiful roses, For the love of my life. Driving past the cemetery, I saw that homeless man. Kneeling beside his mother's grave, And so I parked my van. My heart was broken by that sight, I knew not what to say. I mindfully approached the grave, Offering my bouquet, He said: "You meant those for your wif They should not leave your hand." I said, my wife knows I love her, And she will understand. I placed them on his mother's grave, As tears rolled down his face. And I was lost in the moment, Suspended in that place. Then from behind, a man inquired, If I had been a friend. I told him "no, I'm with her son," He did not comprehend. When I pointed at the roses, The homeless man was gone. The stranger said, "You've seen him too?" Was he putting me on? He said, "I believe your story. For I've seen him as well; On Christmas Eve, six years ago, A tale I rarely tell." He said there's something I should know, And quickly clarified. "It was back in nineteen ninety, When this homeless man died." He came here every Christmas Eve, Until his final breath. It's a practice he's continued, All these years, since his death. Sometimes it takes a miracle, To make someone believe. Mine came with roses for mama, One special Christmas Eve.
On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me 12 dirty undies 11 socks a stinking 10 shoes a humming 9 shirts for pressing 8 trousers 7 days of take-out boxes 6 flagons of beer 5 D V D's 4 mischievous children 3 dozen wine bottles 2 ex partners and an engagement ring under the tree
A Christmas wish list A quick glimpse into my life Not much going on
Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed; The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light: Comforting carols "Silent Night" or "Brad Frumos". Comforting thoughts of good like good miners, And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight Of mother humming "Silent Night" or "Brad Frumos". Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate Under the new temptation of good and hope of right Teaching of church on "Silent Night",under "Brad Frumos" The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red, At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near "Brad Frumos" The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only The clay and flash creature but also the inner light And so many candles to see the Light on "Silent Night"...
What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11
Copyright © 2012 12/17/2012 (A Purpose So Clear) Like children we fear In secret a somber tear Like learning to walk Babies listen to talk And reach for a hand To help them stand This too, we all must do By HIS Hand made anew by: LP
UNFINISHED SENTENCE At Sunday prep my boarding school teacher criticising my unfinished sentence . No communicated thoughts, no words . Sentenced to life at fourteen , away from home and you my life sentenced in solitary . A death sentence commuted to life , both imprisoned in separate cells , separated from you by streams of tears . At Christmas a chestpain took my father without closure or goodbye , a rude undeserved end . My heart's-loss , not even found for days , you are not really dead, across the Styx wandering lost along tearless roads in darkness . Alone and lost my mother , family , left bereft . The warm breath of dairy cows hangs over empty farmland and a winter cemetery on this cold Sunday morning , with grandsons who resemble you . Only I know their hands are your big hands - are my hands - placing here a token poinsettia , red-toned , roots swirling inside their pot of earth . You grew them in masses and my childhood Christmas was complete . Their leaves drop with the cold, dead but not really dead . They will return next Christmas and your spirit comes back again . Your big hand is in mine, but I am unled and abandoned and I talk to you in poinsettia tones , continually coming back to your unfinished finished life , frozen like the stream of memory in my mind .
Is it Christmas everywhere? Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears. Songs of merry Christmas delight. Snow covered rooftops glowing at night. Gifts of sparkling diamond rings. Christmas memories and special things. Holiday feasts and decorated doors. Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more. Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore. Paying with plastic I depleted my stash. Let us make a loan I need more cash. Is it Christmas everywhere? Are you sure without a doubt? Because some poor child this Christmas will be without. Give hope and love. Give prayers and faith. For those lonesome people on this Christmas day. Is it Christmas eerywhere? With war overseas? People dying and starving, and no shoes to cover their feet. Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty? Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat. What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands? It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand. With death and crying, and cold and mourning, an unfortunate road to a path with no glory. Oh! What a very sad Christmas story. My home is my castle that shelters me, but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street. So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give. Share your heart with someone and allow them to live. The best Christmas will be without a doubt, God will bless you for giving to those who are without.
Quickly is coming Christmas day, Perhaps you ponder with dismay Amidst the shopping and the shouts, What is Christmas really about? Is it about reindeer and elves, The gifts we wish for ourselves? Is it about wrapping paper and bows, Stockings stuffed with goodies clear to the toes? Is it about family, friends, and feast, The smell of bread baking rising with yeast? About trees, lights, and cute decorations, Parties, eggnog, and celebrations? These commodities make the holiday bright, But something else is required to make it right; For Christmas is not about programs and costumes worn, But about a miraculous baby that was born. About Mary and Joseph, man and wife, Who came to Bethlehem pregnant with life. No room was left for them in the inn, Shelter was found in a cattle pen. The time of her delivery would not waiver, In that stable she experienced labor. Born into a place smelling of manure, Christ arrived our salvation to assure. Nearby shepherds tending flocks by night Were startled by a glorious light. Angels while seeking to calm their fear Came proclaiming this event of cheer. Told of a birth of a baby boy, A king, a savior, who would bring joy. His mission was one of peace, From our sins to bring release. Then with haste they went with glee, Marveled at what they did see; Found him in a manger yet filled with glory Then left with excitement to tell his story. So as we gather this December May this jingle help us remember, Christmas is not about dear old Santa Claus But about the Christ who saves us from our flaws.
What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
Recession made Christmas harder than ever before Family's splitting – money the core Dad's leaving to live on the street So that young hungry mouths are able to eat That some extra cash might be in the house and children might learn what Christmas is about? But without Dad gone, roof would be lost for the bills are much higher – we can't meet the cost No longer can the average family budget 2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams Childern don't understand you are busting at the seams Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease No longer we fit in we're all on our knees Sinking. Even love has fallen apart We don't want this Christmas just haven't the heart! Expectation lower, depressions set in Politicians not helping the hole we're all in Instead raising taxes they'll crucify more and this miserable life could be at your door Will someone tell them that family should be together sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather
An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day. Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star. I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way. She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land. Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem. And what could be so important, for her to come our way? A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls… Triumphantly born on Christmas Day. That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice. And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God's love. Such an important part, that angel was given on that day. She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way. Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give… And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…
As you peel back one layer you will a bit more of me Each layer defines parts that the naked eye may not see The outer layer is tough resistant and seems weather proof Just one more layer down is where you start to find the truth. Peel off a third one and that's where my feelings are hidden Not on the surface to be played with or abused when bidden Another layer down is where my tears are caught and held back. Until the hurt of death and squalor, that layer attack The last layer you may peel from me, I hold on to so tight I don't want you to see my heart naked, in the harsh light. The layer that covers my heart and keeps it safe from abuse Life constantly picks at it and it's not really much use. I tried so hard to keep that one in place and safe from harm Then life produces its peeler, which I would like to disarm. It endlessly peels away at the layers of my protection Leaving me vulnerable and weak and open to infection. To fight back at life I have found a small good cure all And that is what lets me walk on the edge, I totter but not fall. In times of trouble and death, pain, anger and even love Look for the silver lining that helps give this life a little shove. Shove these things aside; they will get dealt with in a while Knowing that whatever it is, will be behind us - so smile. The layer that keeps our minds strong and yes even clear Needs the most attention, it gives us hope, love, and even fear Good things and bad things all come and go day by day But we find we always look back on them and so we can say Another day passed though we never forget the pain Let me replace that layer now and cover my heart again A smile helps to build up the layers and keeps me on life's path As does love, friendship and forgiveness, and a smile turns back wrath. When we feel we can never smile ever again in a thousand lifetimes We will look back and find the memory dims and the sun returns to shine My layers are there I try to build them and keep them supple and strong But sometimes they get ripped in a wrench and I think I am wrong Straight to the point where my heart beats and is exposed to life's ills Time to pay the piper, as he comes to collect on life's bills. Laughter the best medicine and that I truly believe But there's a time to laugh and then there is a time to grieve Time to think and to fight, love and to perhaps even pray I hope my layers will keep intact, and get me through another tough day. © ~GG~ 25/12/2012 My son had to work today, he is a supervisor on a motorway service station. He came home to us at the end of his shift for any comfort we could give him because of a motor accident just past where he works that took the lives of two children and an adult and seriously injured two more. He had to get access for the emergency services and then deal with angry motorists as he had to block them trying to re-enter the motorway, while things were dealt with. His one thought was how the families would now cope, not only with the losses but that fact that it would taint their Christmas celebrations for the rest of their lives. Although we do not celebrate Christmas he is so concerned for their feelings he is finding it difficult to cope with. My heart grieves not only for them and their horrendous ordeal, but my son whose heart has been laid open to their pain.
The little boy sits by the christmas tree Full of light and color Trying to figure out what all the colors are He puts his little hands on the ornaments Trying to see what they are Feeling them He steps back and falls over a present He feels around the box trying to open it Only seeing alittle Mean while on the phone.. his mom is talking to the doctor "do you think he will be able to see by christmas?" she says The doctor replies "theres no guarentees, he is 67 % blind, when we did the test with him, he described the color blue as a dark black, and a yellow as a light gray, your son only sees in black and white and im not sure if we can fix that. but we will do our best" A breathe escapes from her lips as she turns and looks at her son The doctor explains "his surgery is set for Dec. 7th. be here around 8 am and we will see what we can do, im trully sorry" He hangs up. Back in the living room The boy stands up and walks over to his mom "mom, have you seen the christmas lights?" he says She replies "yes sweety i have." He hugs her leg and says "are they black and white?" She answers "no sweety" she points to a light bulb on the tree "this one is blue" she smiles He grabs the light bulb and repeats "this one is blue" and giggles She lays him down in his bed as he quickly falls asleep She sits down on the chair and thinks "to me. because my son cannot see the beautiful lights and feel the joys of christmas, everything is gray for me. nothing will fill my empty heart" There are no smiles, when everything is gray, when you cant see the colors of a bright day
The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries. Epochs apart, yet, bound by conscience, Buddha, Jesus, Moses, Muhammad, Ram. Enduring the whispers of time, through creeds professed, sermons preached, and a million sins confessed. Though, the essence, of these banished revolutionaries, is ceremonially muted by ritual, and gleefully crushed under, grandiose edifices, that serve Religion Inc. "And the meek shall inherit the earth", an incendiary thought, conveniently discarded, for the pie in the sky that must be sought. The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries, stings. stabs, whispers still, for us to hear, through the din of the cacophony of prayer. Buddha, Jesus, Moses, Muhammad, Ram. The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries, persists, each day that we choose, to shun the meek, and mouth conscience-salving prayers, for yet more silver, and yet more silk.
The perfect gift Is often a myth It's clearly out of reach You're already gone Never to respawn But listen to me preach The best gift of all Is hearing your call And having you back with me It's been too long I wrote us a song I wish you were here to see Christmas is about love The innocence of a dove But also family Grandpa that's you We all know it's true I fall right under your tree You are my gift That one wish I'll glance up at the moon I'll blow you a kiss It'll never miss Grandpa I'll see you soon -<3
Christmas is the only holiday we often don't call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It's the only holiday that we often call "a holiday." It's true meaning, is often, taken away! It's more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It's time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It's more than going shopping at the malls… More than, "Jingle Bells," or "Deck the Halls!" It's more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you're willing "to die for!" It's more than buying the "newest in entertainment." Or receiving a gift that may "cause an embarrassment." Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let's all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let's think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that's needed! Won't you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what's important! And shouldn't be left out! He's what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let's be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton
Life on Santa's charm He holds the real truth within You're good, no alarm? Santa holds a great grin Boys and girls look for presents He holds the real truth within He gives kids some mints Candy is their great delight Boys and girls look for presents Hope is here this night Looking for their gifts they want Candy is their great delight In their dreams he'd taunt Seeing all those that were good Looking for their gifts they want Bring some hope, you could Life on Santa's charm Seeing all those that were good You're good, no alarm? Better you are Greater the reward Will Santa bring your gifts? Russell Sivey Entrant into Richard Lamoureux's "Terzanelle Fantasy with a Questionku Chaser" contest 12/12/2012
Celebration comes when we see fit But we can only celebrate just a little bit 'Cause with all the travesty that surrounds us We look for a good escape, And it does not matter Neither the time nor the place. One man's trash, Is another man's treasure. So is one man's victory Another man's defeat. Never do both the men Run at a parallel. Thus, who deserves happiness When they both meet. This must be a familiar trait All humans tend to have in common; Plus fighting for our wants, And the things we don't see coming. We must find some form of joy, The smallest spec of it in our lives. Even if some of the joy Will bring trouble sometimes. So, we simply set our minds As long as the moment feels really right We will let tomorrow happen If we make through the night
God came down and became a man He wanted to fully understand Since the consequence for sin has always been death Jesus had to Indore our punishment up until his very last breath He became the ultimate sacrifice So all mankind did not have to pay the price His 33 years on this earth science can fully prove, and his horrific death was recorded in history The miracles Jesus performed, to a believer, hold no questions or mysteries Many struggle with the concept that Jesus was God in man form However, he did this so he could guide us through our life storms God knew there was no other way To save man from their future judgment day He saw that humans had limited power To resist temptation and be their own strong tower So he sent his son to die for me and you So we could live in heaven someday too The only thing you must do is receive Accept Jesus in your heart and truly believe, Something so simple has become so hard, For many in this world are deeply scarred They question his goodness and question if he cares For life can be extremely unfair he never said we wouldn't suffer pain that the hurricanes would not saturate us with torrential rains However He did promise he would give us peace That we would walk through troubles with his release He promises to turn it all around for our good He has been misrepresented and misunderstood There is a purpose for all who trust in him He assures us that if you are his child, you win! Yet, so many put Jesus in a box Pull him out like old Christmas socks Once or twice a year go to church, say a prayer and then disappear forgetting that God has feelings too And that he is desperately in love with you Many believe the lie that he is mad That they are to damaged and have been too bad They overlook that his love has never changed Humans walk away from him, Jesus always stays the same Don't underestimate his grace and power That can transform you in your darkest hour You don't have to believe me Ask him yourself and you will see You never know until you try Don't be ignorant; he is not just a theory in the sky He is everywhere, at anytime It is your wellbeing that is on his mind So during this holiday season Don't forget to celebrate the real reason The birth of Christ Is what gives each person a chance at a new life He is no respecter of persons, and he is not counting your sins He's waiting for you with his hand stretched out Begging you to let him in. By: Sabina Nicole 12/3/11
quatrains Five are one, loving each another I was last of the Jolly children. Cedar tree from the woods, I 'member my fifth Christmas in '50. Jovial times for the five of us the mistletoe and snow uncommon. We had holly Jolly Christmases before Burl Ives in '60. Ten more years added two grandkids quick when brother wed his sweetheart and friend. Kids once more wait for jolly St. Nick toy gifts to buy in '70. When next the decade finds me checking I'm a wife, mother and aunt again. This season three extras come decking the Jolly halls '80. We add a son. My oldest niece weds. "Jolly" tables now serve six and ten. Fourth generation – her two "great" kids help Christmas rock in '90. Death takes its toll, both parents succumb. Divorce claims two, four go to heaven. New mates are found and babies still come Christmas was rough in '2000. No more gath'rings of Jolly's in sync but love still counts, I number the kin. We're up to thirty-three now I think my sixty-fifth Christmas 2010. *My maiden name is Jolly which adds a lot of fun and joking especially at Christmas time. Heart's Warmth Contest
Winter winds blow all around. I'm astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. All of this should never stop. Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. You should see the angels pray. Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. But time has changed, yes so have children… Santa seems as if a villain. So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. "I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame." But that's the product we provided. Second chances are no more, Santa's plot we wait for. He's sick of this, he doesn't care, it's as if he's not wanted here. He gets ready to take it all back…. WAIT! There's still one toy left in his sack, it's for a little girl, half a world away. Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? He turns around, not time for war. This toy, the girl is waiting for… It's not a toy like you'd expect. She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. She just wanted one small thing… She's waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. She's so weak, and all alone. She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the "home". So she has lights to see. It's Christmas after all, but there's no way to calm the raging sea. She's dying, it won't take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. She needs a new heart extra bad. So, Santa's bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, He's saving Christmas today. Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. It's not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. He waits for her to wake up. "Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched." He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He's so glad he didn't destroy the land. Christmas is still a special day. There's no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. There's that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That's life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.
Used to be the weather was frightful People covered themselves from head to toe Now, despite the fact it's Christmas season I see more sand, than I see snow The temperatures keep on elevating To the moon, they just seem to rise Oh, where is the Christmas of yesterday The rosy cheeks, windows fogged with ice It's just too warm now for Christmas Too hot to shop, too hot to run around Santa's working at the pole in a speedo That's nothing, we wanna see come to town Frosty, it seems we're not gonna see him Heat miser, now, has gotten his day Can't ole Jack Frost do something about this And chase the warm weather away No need to chop wood set for burning The heated air replaces that in the hearth I hope it gets cold and very soon, too Because Christmas puts warmth in everyone's heart It's just too warm now for Christmas Too hot to shop, too hot to run around Santa's working at the pole in a speedo That's nothing, we wanna see come to town Oh, when Christmas day finally gets here Right now, I'll tell ya, all I wanna see Are people with scarves and gloves on their hands And snow bringing life to all barren trees I want the temps to chill me right to the bone That's when I'll know it's Christmas time Who wants to look up and see a sleigh With a fat man in a speedo, flying around It's just too warm now for Christmas Too hot to shop, too hot to run around Santa's working at the pole in a speedo That's nothing, we wanna see come to town
We wrote your name on the snow, and white will grow And rise in the large drifts, till the singing pale moon, Then, in its a week`s journey, the scarlet wind will blow. Blinding white will arrive at the old luminous steeple, soon; There, after the season`s ritual sacrifice of the savory pig, We keep the lard, without defile it, in the Advent`s noon. If presents gather under the Christmas tree , angels in white Descend from their glass sky with frozen flowers for the windows. The villagers dream hot wine singing, swimming in their tired sight: That is the question: Domestic wines, or lyrical Muscat Ottonel ? Pair to varza calita - steamed cabbage with pork ribs .Idyllic picture … Garlicky sausages and horse radishes surely brought just from the hell. Each day, we have to take winter away from our large courtyard Else, all will be buried in snow. We eat a table of the cold smoked lard And other foods invented before the postmodernism of Lyotard. Salata de boeuf - minced boiled vegetables with meat, mayonnaise And a dash of mustard; Tzuica –plum brandy, all kind of grills Cow tongue with olives , potateos , Snitzel Viennese or Malinese , Sarmale - minced meat with rice, wrapped in pickled cabbage leaves.
What a wonderful world became a favourite Christmas hit a movie to thrill and inspire a classic film it is it Starred the marvellous Jimmy Stewart assisted by the lovely Donna Reed focused on man's guardian angel each one's protector it is indeed This movie asks an important question what if we had never been born never indeed been known to the world we be foreign Looking back on our life has it made any impact? what if we never came here? never to be a fact So be very thankful for all you have got remember and never forget history reveals more than you thought poetgord@2013
There's a special place not to far - you know A special place where we all can go A place where dreams run as free as our mind A place where we stop the happiest of times To live our fullest at being who we are To share and listen in each others beliefs of who we are. To be happy being who we are In a land of Christmas dreams Is a special place for you and me Somewhere to go and always see How truly life can really be Listen to our loved ones how we want to be heard Understanding completely with out stating a word Where giving is a pleasure with a hug and a kiss Open minds and hearts and feelings as this In a land of Christmas dreams In a land of Christmas dreams Is a special place for you and me Somewhere to go and always see How truly life can really be For this beauty of freedom and dreams Every night stares at you in your sleep This giving and caring is special indeed This giving and caring is shared between you and me Expressing our gracious love for our friends and family Always supporting our love and devotion Being there for each other through times thick and thin Always to return strong in message of the truth within In this land of Christmas dreams All of it's beauty of freedom sings Every night sings to you in your sleep This giving and caring is special indeed For this giving and caring of Christmas dreams Is all behind the spirit of you and of me.
A Christmas kiss for that Miss Surely her lips he could not miss Heartwarming and enticing That beau was truly in-loving A kiss since so long due Filled with artful cue A Christmas kiss in July The magic in this month did fly A time when laughter was on those lips Except for her and him who strayed from those trips Surrounded by doom and gloom A kiss which made each other bloom Love, wonderful state of bliss Lacking in it caused them to be amiss Repaired by a Christmas kiss in July Santa could only laugh from the sky
Each year I write a Christmas poem For my closest friends to read I try to make the message plain And one I pray they'll heed How Christ was born the world to save But first, He had to die Be buried in a borrowed grave All for you and I The third day after His death He arose in victory His triumph over death and hell Was done, my friends, for thee The message heard on Christmas Is a message of joy and cheer Its meaning is there in simple truth It's one I pray you'll hear If He is not your personal Lord I'll tell you He can be If you respond to His Holy Word And on your bended knee Ask Him to come and take control And guide you from now on He'll change your life and make you whole And heaven will be your home So think about my Christmas wish For all my Souper friends You'll experience such spiritual bliss A bliss that never ends Written especially for all on Soup who read these simple words, I pray they have a different meaning for you all than ever before. In Jesus' Name, I wish you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS
The True Meaning of Christmas! During this Christmas, let's celebrate Christ' birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn't have to be a "stranger." Won't you spend some time and reflect on Christmas' true meaning? It's in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It's only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton
I cannot believe what I see before my eyes, speechless as I read... too familiar is this scene, repeating once again, surreal as if I'm back in time... I once was near when the unthinkable happened, Columbine, flowering youths cut down in teen prime. I watched in horror as two souls entered, repeated over and over the media; what a circus, as stories began to break... I witnessed in my own back yard, as innocent lives vanished 'Why? What is the purpose, I did not know', I wept for each and every soul. And cried aloud "How can you be?" trying to avoid the repetitive media, over and over again... a christian channel offered me hope, and asked one simple thing. Fall to my knees, and ask HIM into my life, to do with what he will, surrender to his Grace and Mercy, My life changed that day, so many years ago Columbine Columbine.... we thought you were the last. As many of my peers in education stood, in terror, disbelief and anger of having no control. "Why? What is the purpose?" our innocent's, so young, so sweet, so worshiped by their families, so unforgivable this one unthinkable act . One woman weeping, I ask if she's alright... She looked at me and said, Someone's Christmas present is underneath a tree; it won't be opened on Christmas eve. Another walked up, and clobbered my arm..."What the hell is going on?" It's alright, if its what they need to do. God saved me, and humbled me...oh Columbine why? I can not say, nor will I try, for only God knows the master plan. But like with me that somber day, back in Columbine. I pray that someone far from God, was softened just enough... to fall to their knees and ask "God Please" enter my life tonight.... Let an awakening occur...one united universal voice ring out. No more bloodshed, no more death. Our children our the innocents and our future in them rests... To utter the words "I'm sorry" or "you're in my prayers' seems so hollow right now. By faith alone, I can only say...let the heavens open and radiant light shine down, on the simple all American place called Newtown..
Shivers all over the atmosphere Fevered by a bizarre spirit Enrobbed in a shroud of grey, hovering In the dry weird hemisphere Within the graveyard curtain of mist And lurking behind the skeletal frames of trees! Have you too seen the ghost? Or have you not felt it when it appears? There it hovers freely in a whirl Through the ambience of December And causes the skin to whiten and shiver And eyes wide open with expectation And the hairs prickled with anxiety! There it goes and vanish...here beside It has cast a spell of Dementia On a young man Mr. Jones, being alone Maybe because he has no wife with him No lover, no money and more so He could not be with his family Who will regard him as a Nobody! It also bewitched with melancholy and frailty Abandoned and unprotected children Orphaned in homes without soup or bread. It curse too those whose tables are full And go on spree of extravagance With swell of recklessness and vanity!
Late at night, my eyes are burning as I try not to cry. I hold my breath and wonder why you had to die. I try so hard to fight the tears as I lay around and dream. Memories of younger years... I choke instead of scream. You battled many problems and overcame many things... and you were only a child, No, an angel without wings. You never had the most attention, but you never seemed to complain. But suddenly everyone's in tears, just whispering your name. You won't get to live the life you very much deserved. No job, no kids, just shattered dreams because you've left this earth. You were only sixteen. Its not right that you're gone. Your heart quit beating, but didn't quit loving. Your spirit will live on. My heavy heart is filled with regret. I didn't say I love you, or goodbye. And with memories I'll never forget, you taught me how to fly. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time, if only for a day. After all, God answers prayers, but this one is thrown away. My vision is blurred with tears, I miss you so bad. But I close my eyes and see you clear and don't feel quite as sad. Pretty soon I'll be grown up but you'll still be sixteen. but like you said, God has a plan, and in the end I'll see. *Note* Jeramiah Jay Cook, my cousin, "buba" and friend passed away Christmas of 2004 at a party. Rumors fly about what it really was. Alcohol, pills.. it had only been 2 months since his own mothers death (mine had died in 96') and so he got his Christmas wish.. to spend it with his Mom. He has been having a really hard time with with substance abuse, but it was far from what I expected when my Aunt called Christmas morning.. Someone I had always looked up to, and grown up with.
What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn't have Christ' peace and tranquility! It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." For fear they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
A monastery grows from the songs of its strange crew, Monastery painted with blue of unique Voronezh blue And a new comer, blond icicle, bare footed, gnarled Deaf and mute -it is said -singing "Have mercy, God!" Stalactite and stalagmite in their cells, monks and nuns Some of them so innocent like the sober day that runs; Hanged from the heaven of their great expectations held From the glass dawn to noon singing:"Have mercy, God!" The others in their rusty autumn or white winter, All calling the Promised Land that started to glitter In their heart and from this light the sky seems fired And the forest`s echo repeated: "Have mercy, God!" In the twilight mist two monks try to cut down The evergreen tree to bring it for kids in the town; Children glide on sleigh and even tired go later to bed. They learnt carols and angels sing "Have mercy, God!"
old trees have died a new life has begun a sky is raining peace and minds fill with presents money makes leaves theives run to deserts ornaments made of dreams pepperments made like feet a christmas day is hear eternal life is forever with lots of trees and drummers people 's songs fill the air of a savior of the world born a king on christmas day and on earth's holy heavens
Last week of December I couldn't ask for better In the year of 1993, Age sixteen. I can already see That I was already happier Without the help of therapy. Even my wrist are free from the darkness of me It's no longer with red scratches No more patches. No more patches. Christmas here I could once fulfill my life with joy Oh boy, We must cheer Let my boyfriend hear How much he has helped me Into getting rid of my fears.
John and Bath, short for Bathsheba Adams, were quite a pair. Nothing ever got them down, except maybe an occasional cold. Even then she would take hers out into the cold winter day of the back parking lot of the slum tenement building. Where, there, she would nudge three of the fifteen cats trying to climb her double tattered blue jeans, out of the way, in order to stand and offer her cold up to God, seeing that it was all she had to offer Him and really she would be grateful, as well as giving up her only possession. She often asked God why He didn't seem inclined to come and keep them company, because she believed in Him heart, body and soul and talked to him constantly because John just got tired of listening. She and John loved each other and no other. She hadn't worked steadily in Lord knows when. John on the other hand got hurt on the job just before he was vested in company rights and the pitiful settlement he received was long gone. He was left as barely good company for Bath, telling her over and over to just wait 'til "he gets back on his feet" literally. But that is not an option any longer, so Bath feels the need to keep him company. They really only had what you might call one vice. That being because you might say they were wasting good money for no good reason. They religiously bought two, one dollar lottery tickets every day that passed. Well, there it was, the day before Christmas and Bath didn't have money but for one ticket. Well, she hotfooted down through Chinatown because there were still barbers there who would buy hair and she wanted to give John a special lottery ticket for Christmas. The deal done she was cold as the mischief and begging God not to let her sinus get worse as she headed through the light rain for those lottery tickets. John, meanwhile was hobbling down to get his ticket. She always insisted that he walk to the corner himself so if he won he would feel like he had bought the ticket. The rascal stopped and sold his crutch. Can you belive, for $1 he sold his crutch. Well, to cut to the chase, some friends carried him home after he bought the ticket. Beth came in and after a bowl of soup, they had a prayer and wished each other merry Christmas and exchanged the two tickets which were the gifts. Well, my story ends here. I'm not going to tell you one or both won the lottery. But in the spirit of Christmas I will say they lived quite long, and they were very happy while they lived.
My second Christmas was quite a shock when I rose from bed to see my Christmas sock The big surprise on the floor was a model railway rails, carriages and train oh what could I say? But all was not ok it was run by electric so switch on off we go no nothing moved at all quick This toy did not work it had been bought second hand this was a big disappointment as the day was not at all grand This is my first memory that I can remember since coming to earth on 27th of December poetgord@2013
I've missed you honey. The kids are not home. I can't wait until you're home. So that we can get busy. So that you can rock around, The Christmas tree with me. I've got mistletoe all over me. Come on honey let's play, All over the house! My holly berries, Are filled with juice so, Come on ,you fun loving man, We can play all night and all day. You can gift wrap me and open, Me up, of your loving I can't get Enough! We don't have to be, Quiet as a mouse. There is no, One here. The neighbors will, Know our names again. Oh well, We heard theirs yesterday! I want us to deck the halls, With screams and shouts, And moans and groans, Until the cows come home. It's lovely weather for a, Sleigh ride on top of you. Baby it's cold outside, The mistletoe is hung On me. Hey jingle me All the way all night And all day. The carol Of the bells will ring For each round of Us rocking around The Christmas tree. Untinsel me. Take off My garland. Turn off The lights. Unwrap my, Skirt. Your candy cane, Will licked and not bitten, And and the Christmas tree, Stand I'll be sitting. My ornaments you may Move to the side, And on the cane I'll slide. I will soon sing, Or rest you merry man After you sing, let it snow, Let it snow, let it snow. You'll then shout a laugh, Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas to you and, To you a good night. You rocked with me, Around the Christmas tree With all of your might. wrote 12-12-10
The streets were icy and slick Cars moved slowly on by There was a bustle of people A sparkle was in their eye Snow was on the ground, pretty Children threw snowballs around Each landing square on the girls Yelling as they hit the ground The adults were all shopping Looking for the gifts of the year Christmas would be here soon They shopped early as not to fear Windows were very much aglow Shining brightly within the snow Casting an orange glow about Giving everyone a good show The sidewalks were slick as well People had to walk with care They wanted to make it to their shops And to make it home, that being fair Nature has a way to bring winter Even if we move in the city Nature brings to us snow and ice We must deal with it, what a pity Christmas comes but once a year And we all go about our ways Christmas happens in winter Fills us with spirit all our days Russell Sivey
Turkey's done dressin' turned out fine gotta stop thinkin' gonna loose my mind. Presents neath the tree that boy is one big smile. Ain't gonna start cryin hold on for awhile. God I miss you honey each and every day. Christimas time don't make no sense since you gone to stay. Sure miss you carvin' that laughter filled with glee. Can't get no Christmas spirit when you ain't with me. May the Lord bless you keep you safe and sound We just havin' Christmas done here on the ground. Happy Birthday Jesus take care o' my ol' man and we'll be doin' your party just the best we can. Merry Christmas darlin' where ever you may be .... "Whatcha got there boy? A present for me ...... "
Autumn Some say autumn is sad It has it's moments Rain , mist, dying nature... Stillness in the air, Cold, crispy days Bonfires, burning leaves... I say autumn is joyful, Happy, outburst of colours Laughter in the parks, Children chasing each other falling into the leaves, Hunting for acorns Little treasures hidden Under the fallen canopy. Chestnuts, pumpkins, Pies and hot cocoa... Gathering, harvesting, Leaf pile building. Bullions of gold corn, Smiling red apples, Nutty nuts Delicious hedge fruit Bounty of nature Rainbow of colours Symphony of shades and hues Tints of autumn Spell of the Grand Wizard Frost. Turned leaves, like a giddy spark of Yellows, oranges, crimson and browns Glistening glitter Dance in the wind. Bright hues of last hurrah of autumn Before the white, gloomy Silence of winter. Magic of autumn, Golden Age of the year With the last leaf that falls On the muddy ground One knows that time has come For another magical time ... Golden October, Frosty November Magical December And with this the spell starts all over again.... 13/10/2013 *********
What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
It was Christmas Eve; I was a prisoner of my own divide. Lost in mind, clad in drunken sadness, caged up inside. Alone and forlorn my thoughts laden with whiskey lies, Memories seem so distant, only a week since goodbyes. Christmas tree glistening, blurry in my vision of tears, Flashing lights bright, neighbors Christmas party cheers. No presents or joy in this household upon this night. Sorrows, misguided gulps of liquor, cloud my sight. Heartbroken, gloomy devouring the demon filled drink. No more, no less, my eyes roamed over as I did think. Hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of memories of no more, No more, love by a lover, no daughter to teach the score. Left me in a house, no longer our home that we shared, Only I and this half-empty bottle, feeling impaired. She left me, taking my child a thousand miles away. While here in this house of torture, me and myself stay. Every corner a recollection blinks by crystalline light. Splintered and speckled by the twinkling star so bright. Atop the now barren tree which had shined with joys. Years before cluttered with wrappers, boxes and toys I slam a big gulp down my throat, since this was my first. Night of my debut to the evil of whiskey blinding thirst, Never before had drunkenness been a quest or even a try, This night she devoured my soul, not wanting ever to cry. Intoxication was a desire, though not ever beyond joy. My virgin body of drink has choked me unable to deploy. Sour mash tears wash down my face, wiping my eyes. I hear my built up agony; pour out in inhuman cries. User Name Cecil Hickman Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest Name Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever
Memories of Christmas through the years, Have brought lots of laughter and many tears. Memories of those who have gone on home, Sometimes leave us sad and alone. The good times that were had by all, Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, their happy faces I recall! The gifts that were given, the fellowship we shared, The love we all had, showed each other we cared. The trees were so pretty, the food, oh so good, Sometimes we would go caroling in the neighborhood. We would exchange gifts by drawing names, Some would get clothes, others might get games. The homes would be decorated with ornaments and lights, And we would all feast on the many delights! There would be cakes, cookies, sandwiches, pies, and punch, Some might eat a lot, others would just munch. Before you knew it the night would be gone, And the wait for next year would seem so very long! But Christmas means more than just these things, As we remember the birth of the Christ child and the salvation He brings! He came into this world in a meek and lowly way, Born of a virgin and in a manger lay. The Shephards were frightened as the angels came to say, The great news of His birth on this special day! Born in Bethlehem, God's only son, Savior from our sins, He is the only one! So as I remember the Christmas's of old, The greatest of all, was the one the prophets foretold!
The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not. Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone's pot. The tree was bare with nothing to hand out… And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought. We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat. And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be. But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived. And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see. At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off. Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back. But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all… For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all. Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip. Dinner wasn't much but it was all we could give. But no one noticed as everyone talked… It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got. Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.
The holidays are here, they feel so warm Even if outside the snow is causing so much harm My Christmas tree is glowing With little lights and decorations, so lively and flowing There, I sit and enjoy the glowing essence Of the festive season which makes me reminiscence With eagerness and zeal, I anticipate, The golden surprises Santa shall leave for me and my cellmate Yes, the jail is my home, Not a house but one with love and care, yes, my home Here, I spend with my brothers of deed This Christmas holidays, even if the aroma is one of bitterweed
I sit still in a house of tranquillity, Thinking of times long past. Remembrances of a child, Of childish delights and pleasures. Of times spent with my grandparents, Of Feelings of love and wellbeing. Of family and Christmas spent together. No longer do I hear the sound of their laughter, Nor feel the comfort of their presence . They have abandoned this world, And have left a hole in my heart A void that can never be filled. Childish joy's no longer fill my soul, Life has stripped away the illusions of youth, Laying bare the true futility of life To be and then to be no more. The endless cycle of life and death. Ah! Then the miracle of Christmas arrives Renewing, filling my soul once more., And the visions of childhood stream back, They race through my mind A torrent of Images, feelings, love. Of family and joyful times spent together, I am again a child. And dwell in the love of those now gone.
Warmth that flows within the seasons cheer, To have peace on earth proclaimed again, A giving time for all women and men, To be able to see the children faces clear. Smelling the pine that frames Christmas time, Gloriously celebrating his birth so sincere, Christmas in July comes but once a year. Guiding happiness in this season's prime. Serving picnic cuisine with prayers enriched. Family time together bringing love to all, Dreaming of Christmas in July breaks a wall. Bringing memories of an episode of Bewitched.
UNSUPPORTED CODE What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
Where are you tink,When are you coming home? K missed me more than I knew,she hasn't seen me in ages, I missed her alot but was caught up in work, It was almost Christmas and I wanted to go home but the stress of work and adjusting to my new life had gotten to me.. I called K to make sure she was okay as often as I could but then I realized I haven't spoken in quite awhile. She was always on my mind,she lived a nightmare taken for granted by her spouse whom to him was a burden. A cruel mother her wronged her ,without seeing the true colors of the culprit. It shattered me to watch her suffer with Cancer everyday and I wasn't there to be with her. She was strong,stronger than any person I knew , She lived for her daughter with every ouch of strength left in her, Sometimes I called and she was warned like a bird in a cage, Locked away and kept like a slave. Holidays came as quick as the breeze but I was so busy I couldn't fly to and see her. I knew she needed me and missed me .. I called her on Christmas day and told her I loved her for a second before she ran of again busy. Old Years Morning I woke up a New Year was about to dawn , I heard the door bell rang, It was my boyfriend all energized, So early babe to see me ,are you alright? He took my hand and walked me the table Sat me down and said to me "I have something to tell you" Confusion filled my head ,Was he going to propose ? I knew he wanted to for awhile ,but like this i thought it wasn't romantic. Out came the words that pierced through my body like a knife,k's dead babe she died this morning I said "Is this some kind of joke because its not funny ,then he held me then left me to be alone" I ran upstairs and sat in the study searched for her picture and cry my life out, I didn't get to see her or tell her I loved her" She must hate me because she wanted to see me . At her funeral on my Birthday as i watched her lifeless body, So pale and sad, I would not be able to laugh with her , go fishing,walk on the beach like the old days, She wasn't here anymore I had to face that fact, What ripped me apart everyday was not telling her on her last days ,How much she meant to me although I am sure she knew, But still When I wake up sometimes and call her phone I forget she's no longer here and I cry myself to sleep, I try to be strong everyday to live for her and not forget, Never take anyone for granted or you will live in regret.
Candle lit This Christmas I truly only want you, I wrote my list to the man in red too! I want to wake up christmas morn and find you with nothing but a bow as to bind the ribbon so elegantly wrapped around your soft curves, so softly strapped. Imagine the excitement as I start To tear those revealing ribbons apart And drag my soft finger arcoss your chest, and slightly kiss each part of you no less! Underneath the candle lit room you scream Enjoying the pleasures from me, it seems Tis the season to be jolly this year And the only thing that I'll want to hear Is for you to say Merry Christmas! The Rose
T'was the night before Christmas And all through the house not a single noise could be heard For, you see, the only one up Had practise of being quiet even when she's screaming inside With hand over mouth, and tears streaming down her face She silently sobbed the night away The only festive colour running from her wrists The only thing she wanted for Christmas Was to be dead.
A Christmas Remembered Day before Christmas it was cold and we walked down to the harbour to buy a tree and I remember the sea that slapped against the dock was apple green and foamy. Mother bought a tree, for next to nothing, since its top was broken and it looked like a rejected child that waited for a car to come pick it up and bring it to the orphanage By putting the tree on top of the dinner table and a star and a bit of glitter it looked nice in a child's eye. Mother was angry we didn't know way, and went to bed. We children sat on the floor and ate lukewarm rice pudding and there was nothing under the tree. Mother got up told us to dress and we walked to my uncle's house. At first he didn't want to let her in, but when he saw us children he opened the door. We had plenty to eat although my aunt had a sour mien. But happy we walked home and thought we had had a splendid Christmas.
1. Writing poetry in my boxers. 2. Trying to match the cracks on my iphone with the scars on my body. 3. Picking out a Disney movie to watch. Alice in Wonderland it is. 4. About to take a shower by candle light, and just listen to the movie and recollect the scenes I can remember. 5. Think. 6. Think a lot. 7. Make my Christmas list. 8. Pull out the Fortune Cookie paper I got recently. 9. Apply the message from the cookie to my Christmas list. 10. It reads, "Help love to keep living"
2011 and Christmas isn't the same, The silence and make belief joy sends auspicious feelings far and nigh, Revellers go through the emotions just to avoid falling apart, As news mongers spread doom and gloom, Heralding the closing of schools, The holidays have been reduced to fear, angst and downsizing, The dark days of Christmas has everyone surmizing, Spreading good wishes and cheer may warm hearts everywhere, The sentiments can bring hope, to individuals who are unable to cope, Positive words and feelings last beyond Christmas Day, They can give hope and faith all throughout the year.
IS JESUS IN A BOX? The lights are off, the tree is down They've all been packed away In an outbuilding or the attic To await next Christmas Day The ornaments all are carefully wrapped In their individual box The wreaths and centerpieces And all the Christmas socks But where did you put the Baby Who was in a stable born Is He packed up and laid away Until next Christmas morn Or is He living in your heart And with you every day Do you tell others about Him Or is He packed away The ornaments and all the lights Can remain where they are stored But you have a responsibility To tell others about our Lord To keep Him in the attic To me, is surely wrong He should be high and lifted up And your life be filled with song So don't put Jesus in a box To be visited once a year Keep Him in your heart year 'round And your life will be filled with cheer Curtis Moorman Christmas 2004
On this cold winter night A horror unfurls As they leave their trenches Under the Bagpipes skirl It's Christmas Eve In World War One Over the top they leave The killing has begun Knee deep in mud Barbed wire and bodies The piper laments Their bravery embodied To march into battle With their weapon of pipes Whilst bullets and bombs Leave the theatre in strife Onward they march Turning men into hero's The battle of the Somme Last centuries ground zero What makes such a man To enter a war His weapon of music That they follow him for Amongst the men that fall Others pick up their guns When the piper falls Their is no one On this cold Christmas Day The horrors have been unfurled As one looks over the trenches To a different world But the very next day In the distance you will hear The sound of the Scottish Bagpipes Leaving their enemy in fear In memory to all who fell at Christmas time, and especially to the pipers who used music as their weapon, we will remember them, as all will be remembered http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php
A time for dreams, for presents and cheer Or perhaps to reflect on the passing year A time for each to give and share With the ones we love, to show we care The Christmas message is spread around But tis sometimes lost in lights and sound When that little boy was manger born With no great fanfare or trumpeting horn A boy so destined to bring great hope, belief And to a troubled world some faint relief But the message he spread as he grew older Is lost in hype as our hearts grow colder But it's time again to hear what he had to say Because we need some hope in this modern day A message of freedom, of life and love A belief in eternity with God above As you open your gifts and Christmas presents Think of just what this day represents Love, life, time with family and friends He gave his life on a cross to see it never ends So remember this during your time together A life with Him goes on forever And as you celebrate His birth with great cheer Recall He is watching over you, all through the year.
Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don't call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It's the only holiday that we often call "a holiday." It's true meaning, is often, taken away! It's more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It's time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It's more than going shopping at the malls… More than, "Jingle Bells," or "Deck the Halls!" It's more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you're willing "to die for!" It's more than buying the "newest in entertainment." Or receiving a gift that may "cause an embarrassment." Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let's all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let's think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that's needed! Won't you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what's important! And shouldn't be left out! He's what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let's be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton
From "Daily Given and Other Poems" Come forth, dear friend Squeeze my hand and kiss my face Even under the shadows of a pencil away But you should not forget You and I are human in our right moment to die Not day I hope Not in this particular month and not the next month either I should say Alas! This is my bridge and I'll wait for you to cross it together Bring your body to me: Embracing and laughing and capping What I left for you, and much more. We should live one, two, or three hundred years It can be for anyone who would like to sing which it allows you and me to understand. Speak up like cuckoo's soul or pulling in front of you the intimate uncertainty Because you would see eventually we are going to find That trail that today appears confuse. No matter what day will make an end No matter what hour rendering may seem thrust that for others Sometimes like this, in exact order, find blindness or butterflies. If you fall believe it or not I would make for you and the others as a soldier Pinching wet ground and crushing the living creatures out of my way But I would carry you and with a best-known smile I would indeed reach The other end that appears identical from the beginning. Now I wish you Merry Christmas from this humbly and lonely man The undone four-letters with which my mind usually I skip Which by voice-over in a period of utmost solicitude I should deliver it to you.
My name may not be special, and it may be very plain, It may be John or Mary, it may be Mike or Jane. But I know a name that's sweeter than any name on earth, And this is that great season we celebrate His birth. One day a special angel named Gabriel came to say Unto a virgin woman, "You'll have a son some day, And you will call Him Jesus, for He will come this way To save all of His people from sin and sad dismay." That night there in a stable this precious child was born, And now we celebrate it on every Christmas morn. His name is far more precious than any name before For unto you was born then the Savior, Christ, the Lord. One day He died on Calvary His blood to shed for me, To give mankind salvation abundant and so free. I bowed in prayer to trust Him, forgive me from my sin, He wrote my name in heaven, a new life did begin. So now this Savior Jesus is the sweetest name I know, He knows my name in heaven where some day I will go. If YOU don't know this Savior, He calls from heaven above, "Trust My name for salvation, receive My gift of love." And when you do, He'll give you eternal life so free, And write YOUR name in heaven, forever there to be! Written for our children's Christmas program at church, 2011
Nine months is not very long...although it seems forever, since you've been gone. I still remember that knock at the door, two strangers, I recognized, by the uniforms they wore. Disbelief in the words, I heard them say...killed in action, on Christmas Day. When you left me, for a land far away...I ask Jesus to keep you safe. I have been so alone, with just my memories of you, but today your Christmas Present arrived, and he is so cute. He came into this world, giving me back my life, someone I can hold , all through the night. Merry Christmas, my sweet soldier...the words I never got to say, you gave me a gift so perfect, in every way. Even though you are not here, to hold your son, I promise, he will always know his father, and the good you have done. We will decorate our tree in Red- White- and Blue... "This year, and always, in remembrance of you." Merry Christmas from us both, your wife, and baby son, we will all be together one day....when our work is done. "Please, pray for our soldiers."
Jesus is the Divine Reason for Glorious Christmas Season I wondered.. What's Christmas tree for? What does a Tree have to do with Christmas anyways? Why should we have a Christmas tree? I don't have a tree-I mean really-what's point? I mean- yes-Trees are Beautiful (yes-Tree for Santa-put presents under for children) But What??? I mean What is the True meaning? As I asked.. my Lord in prayer This is what My Lord revealed unto me WHAT IS-TRUE MEANING FOR A CHRISTMAS TREE? TREE REPRESENTS:The Tree of Life All Eternal Life shall be given through Jesus Christ BRANCHES REPRESENT:Jesus is Vine-We are Branches Once Born-again-in Christ (Tree of Life) (He is in us-We are in Him) Body of Christ Christ in You---in the Hope of Glory--Together Eternity LIGHTS- REPRESENTS:Eternal Souls Souls who are Born-again-turned to Christ Embraces God's Light of Christ Receives Holy Spirit within You—Eternally Shines BULBS- REPRESENT: Fruits of the Spirits Souls Witnessing-Followers of Christ-Shining God's Light Walking Talking always in Love, Truth, Compassion Tender-Hearted unto all Souls TENSILE REPRESENTS: Streams Spreading Love Sparkling-Shining God's light GARLAND REPRESENTS: Strength of Holy Spirit entwines (Interweaves within Tree) flowing through Tree of Life STAR REPRESENT:Star of Bethlehem-Star of David The Morning Star:God's Glorious Divine Light Shining upon Our Savior---babe-in Manger PRESENTS REPRESENT:Love between each other Giving from out Hearts-Loving, Sharing –Caring, Compassion As I in Awe then wondered But...What about the Unbelievers? My Lord what about them.. for you didn't mention them As I continued on.. I asked My Lord. What about those Souls Who are unbelievers? This is what my Lord revealed to me Reason why there is no unbelievers On the Tree.. Because… It is The Tree of Life.. Those whom are unbelievers Have not obtained their place… Unbelievers are Not Born-again Unbelievers Not receive Eternal Life -of Light Come take you place Receive God's Divine Grace Come to Jesus Be Born-again Then Receive Holy Spirit Divine Light of Christ inside of thee Your Life-Light Will Forever Shine Ps.. Revealed- Wow! My Lord if this be so.. Please Forgive me I would Love then to have the Biggest Tree Ever Then God Blessed me I was given a 7.5 Colorado Spruce Christmas Tree & All the Fixings Wow! Ever so Beautiful.. Praise's Be to God Almighty God is Amazing.. isn't He???
The house seems so quiet when you're not around I listen intently to each little sound Maybe I'll hear you pulling up the drive I stand at the window and wait for you to arrive. The view out the windows appears rather gray I sit myself down inside I shall stay I close my eyes and then envision you I'm here alone Christmas dreaming of you. The candles light flickers dancing in the air Vision of you simply appear from nowhere In all of my traveling you are never that far When you're not here I wonder how you are? I wonder if you feel the same way I do Sometimes it's tough with all that we've been through I wish upon a star and then it seems to come true Snowflakes drift down as I'm Christmas dreaming of you...
With the flow of people in the city the time to put reason into Christmas shopping, has its moments of attaching a price tag to their affection in this Christmastime. Perhaps, that obscures the true spirit of what Christmas really means. Our attitudes and backgrounds would paint the meaning in our time. Being asked to let go of old wounds and other things that are not of God. We take a journey of change, prayer and real purpose of our lives. Looking at our biblical gift when Christ became one of us. He gave us a second chance to be partakers of his Kingdom. While we recall and relive God's love for us, the gift of redemption and our mission; Re-aligns us to be transformed into a new creation. As we enter the shopping crowds we come to struggle with sweeping ads. The siren call of some ad wizards makes us discern and opt for the right tone. Hearing Christmas carols elsewhere, with solemnity, subtlety and beautiful melody, there's a whiff of warmth and introspection that highlights the season of great devotion.
Sly had him no love for Christmas, It was just another day— When the devout celebrated And weak-willed cowpokes did pray. Old Sly, he weren't all that bad— No, by gosh, he sure was not— He never did shoot him a man That he didn't think need shot. Sly Stern was just an old drover Who outlived his friends and time— That was headed nowhere that day Without a care or a dime. So it was Christmas that morning As he crossed the Mummy Range— Heading higher and still higher, When he felt a little strange. He'd crossed these old mountains before, But never on Christmas day— Yet now he felt a bit confused And he couldn't find his way. The wind and the cold grew fiercer— Snow hit his face with hard slaps, Sly knew he needed some shelter As one hand froze to his chaps. But all he could find was a ledge, A wind break with icy sage. He unsaddled his horse gently— For the first time felt his age. Quickly, Sly gathered up damp wood— Built a fire to heat his soul— Christ seemed nothing in a blizzard As the snow soon took its toll. Hours passed and so did the fire As white snow whirled and then screamed— For a moment he saw a face Or so that old drover dreamed. The blizzard grew stronger that day, The worst in thirty odd years— Covering the whole Mummy Range: A Christmas with joy and tears. With numb hands and ice-cased whiskers, Sly took bullets from his belt, Gently arranged them in the snow To spell out just how he felt. For in those final dear moments, One face appeared in the snow— The face of the Lord of this earth, A face that he would now know. Two months later his friend found it, Next to his rock-frozen hoss— The old drover's bullets laid out In the rough shape of the cross. Though his saddle and gun remained, There was no trace of old Sly— It was as if he'd been taken Away, far up, in the sky.
out in the pasture sits a church homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt given to Mother so it stops her hurt decorated each Christmas for what's its worth as Mother lays down the cotton skirt out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt holding their swords that really can hurt strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts for all her effort and time even when she hurts as mother kneels in front of her church she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth comes in from the cold and winters bursts gathers the children as they all look at her work and tells us the story of a Christmas birth as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth as we wiped our tears with our night shirts I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt Tribute To Nativity Scenes Merry Xmas All Love Kathy And Jenny
You're like Christmas morning when I was four I'm wide awake and can't sleep I'm filled with excitement and cannot wait to hear from you again Each minute has been an eternity since we last spoke What awaits with morning's light? Nobody really knows We'll just see how everything goes I pray it turns out alright This experiment is cause for merriment Will more follow? We'll see As for now, like Christmas morning, I am filled with uncertainty, but most of all, an unprecedented ecstasy
I'm still enjoying the gift. Praise God! Christmas is not over for me. I'm still shouting in victory not for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Do you want to enjoy and celebrate Christmas 365 for the rest of your life? Read John 3:16. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." God gave you a gift. God gave one to me. Did you open it, or is it still sitting there unwrapped waiting for you? I can only advise you to open it by saying this:" O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him." God loves His children tremendously so He gave us the gift of life and life more abundantly by giving us His son with a mission to save us all by dying on the cross at Calvary. He was conceived immaculately and was born to heal the hearts that are torn. He lived on the planet earth and performed His first miracle at a wedding. And he performed many more in his life and still is right now. He knew His purpose He died and rose on the third day with all power of the earth and heaven in His hands so that you, me, your family can finally walk in destiny and live eternally. Yes forever be alive. I love my gift. It took me awhile to unwrap it, but as soon as I did my life is not the same. I'm still enjoying the gift. Christmas is not over for me. I'm still shouting in victory for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Yes He came with a mission for all of us to be forever alive. That is why I celebrate Christmas 365. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever believeth in Him shall not perish nut have everlasting life." John 3:16 " O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him." Psalms 34:8 "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." John 10:10 wrote 12-26-10
On Christmas day I cried, No family to hug. Only a blessed pair of shoulders to shrugg. Cough drops and lost salvia. Precipitation hot as lava. Living room packed yet so empty. Heavy tears yet no sympathy. On Christmas day I cried! Game of memory in this darkened scenery. Ready to be prosecuted, Life or execute me! Open gifts in heaven, Unwrap love at eleven. Lord knows on Christmas day I cried! Bury me an ornament on a broken tree. Let the world know I was all I could be! When it all ends, it'll all be the same. The ground will still flood when it rains. Now you know on Christmas day I cried!!
Gifts that come in boxes all Wrapped in pretty paper and bows. Awaiting the dawn of Christmas morn To be recieved with hearts aglow. A Gift of that special word that comes from The heart, telling of the Christmas story. Mary, Joseph, Shepherds, and Kings afar, Stars bright, it must be Christmas Eve night. The Gift, lies in a manger of straw, The glow that out shines the stable stall. Angels sing their songs with heavenly bliss, Jesus, Son of God born for us all.
'Twas the day before Christmas eve We gathered at the church All sat transfixed Not even a lurch The preacher was 'hot' And spoke of the stress He wanted the people To hear and be blessed "We have to remember What Christmas is about The birth of our Savior" Then someone did shout! It's not about the gifts 'Though we should always be a giver It's about He who came Bringing Life from 'The River' Now what is the reason If just a 'holiday' is this Without the birth of Jesus Another meaning is a miss So if you've given in To the hustle and bustle And can't find rest Because of the tussle Just think on these things That Jesus was born Remembering why We celebrate Christmas morn He came to bring peace Give us access to heaven All should honor Jesus On this day given So there's hope for the world To all who believe In Him you'll find rest Just ask and receive
In His Heart I can see it in your eyes, feel it beating in your heart. Where does it end and start, the heavy sighs and reasoning. They fill the Holiday seasoning with silver bells, drink, food, and merry. People who would not stay up in prayer with you for the lost and hurt. But made it to the Christmas morning bonanza at 1:00 A.M. for those expensive sales. Spending beyond their means for some electronic gadget that will rust. Tossing the left over penny change to the bell ringer freezing outside the door. Some will be at the Church for Christmas dressed in their very best. I see it in your eyes Lord and feel the beating of your heart. The sadness is you been replaced with shopping madness and computers, gadgets that rust your Birthday party they forgot. For the real reason for this CHRISTmas season was your birth the one of light in a world of darkness. Word CHRISTmas is done on purpose to show the true meaning for this season. Merry Christmas PS Family.
Merry Christmas, Dad by Amy Swanson Dad, I always think of you every day... but holidays like this can make it a little harder. I hear the Christmas songs of cheer see the lights up in the square the busy murmurs of people shopping for their loved ones... It seems almost perfect. The tree, the lights, the gifts, the songs and plays joyful vacation days; but something's missing. The voice that rang throughout the house Christmas season singing triumphantly, beautifullly "O Holy Night" I still can't listen to that song without hearing your strong voice in my ears. The hands that wiped my tears, wrapped my Christmas presents made his special "banana pudding recipe" left me letters from Santa. Oh dad... how I miss you. I know they say time heals and life goes on and all those other wonderful cliches that people always tell you simply because they don't know what else to say. I will never forget you - my hero, my protector. I speak of you often to my own little girl want her to know the grandpa she can't meet yet... the grandpa who would love her so. Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds, I never got to say thank you... for everything. for helping me to be the woman I am today. I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you. I sing my songs - and I can also hear you. I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too. My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile. I wish that you could know how much you've always meant to me and all the things that you have done to shape my life, so positively... But all that I can say, is this: Merry Christmas, Dad. I love you.
Her special month is November, My special month is December, Gather around the fireplace, look at the burning ember My special time to remember, Listen to the wind chimes, These are my good times, Hear my voice, Please feel rejoice. Amen. No time for depression, Time for love and affection, Streets filled with snow, We're under the misltoe, There we had our first kiss, I've never felt so much bliss, Listen to the wind chimes, These are my good times, Hear my voice, Please feel rejoice. Amen. Its time for joy, Kids playing with their favorite toy, Gathering around the Christmas tree, Always something jolly to see, Looking back at the year, Not a single tear, Flying reindeer, Doing the shopping at the mall, Merry Christmas to all, Listen to the wind chimes, These are my good times, Hear my voice, Please feel rejoice. Amen. We're coming home, As a kid thats all we've known, Our homecoming, Our family singing, We're coming home again, Celebration with our children, We're coming home again, Bringing our souls closer to Heaven.
He was born this day over two thousand years ago, A Savior for the world to know. The angels rejoiced, and shepherds went to see This baby born to set captives free. In your life have you done the same, Sought the gift that on Christmas came? Have you allowed Jesus to save you from sin? Have you invited this dear Savior in? If you haven't, this is what I pray, Accept the real gift of Christmas today. It's available to you if you ask and believe And Christ as your Savior you do receive. If you know Christ as your Savior now, Share what He's done in your life somehow, And give thanks to Him on the day of His birth For what His coming into your life is worth. May you know the spirit of Christmas all year through, And celebrate daily that Christ came for you.
Okay so here we are again the holiday season upon us approaching and an end to another year Most people are happy and children filled with such Christmas cheer For me in my present times my emotions for the season just can't be sincere My kids are so far out of state and they won't be here The man I'm deeply in love with isn't near While most are hungry for a traditional Christmas dinner and pumpkin pie I'm here forcing myself not to and will not allow myself to cry It's his eyes that I need to gaze so lovingly into, that is for what I'm famished The years apart and the miles between us never caused our love in any way to diminish Holding my kids tightly is something I miss so much Oh how I wish they were here so I could see their sweet smiling faces and such All I see upon closing my eyes is my reaching out to them, and them reaching back to me, I long so badly for each and everyone of their touch So while people are listening to the church bells ringing Carolers that go door to door with their Christmas songs that they will be singing And to the New Year everyone soon will be in their homes and hearts bringing I'll be right here wishing on a miracle or two It could happen you know and something good is just bound to happen soon I keep my faith, and I open my heart, soul, and mind up and try very hard everyday in every way to keep right on pushing through I want to wish a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Seasons Greetings, and a very Happy New Year to all of you God Bless each and everyone may all your dreams come true
The cradle of Christmas Has no meaning without the Cross. The babe we celebrate at Christmas Was born to win us back from loss. Part heavenly yet part human, This gracious Christmas gift, Was given to save mankind; Redeem the God-mankind rift. The Cradle and the Cross Show us God's great love; Reveal his glorious power And his life over death from above. They give us great hope for a future— A hope that cannot die. When we acknowledge the Cradle and the Cross; Upon Christ's life and spilt blood we rely. From Christmas to Easter We're reminded of the Cradle and the Cross; The sacrificial life of God's Son, That his own people sought to toss. The Cradle and the Cross Were prophesies of old. God's child was born unnoticed by most, Yet worshipped with incense, myrrh and gold. The Cradle and the Cross Bring forth glorious hope; Show us that there's nothing Beyond God's power and scope. They give us reason for joy And peace in our hearts to reign. May the goodwill of Christmas Be with all on earth to proclaim! Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2011 www.godsgreetings.org
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Merry Christmas to all of you, I hope that you enjoy your family, Even if you can't buy your kids any toys. The real reason for the season should stand clear, Especially this year that we are in a recession. It is a vast blessing that we are here, Whether we are employed or not, Whether we are far from friends or near. Jesus is the reason why wee are here, And it is a great thing to celebrate his birth, Because he is worth more than anything we can buy. So this Christmas look into the sky to give the big guy, Not Santa Claus, praise for His first day of life. Husbands' mega love your wives. Mom's and dad's ultra cherish your kids, And let them know whose birthday it is. I don't have much this year, But I will still spread cheer. To be here it is more than a blessing Merry Christmas to you in this recession.
Right now I really hate myself, for the things, this past summer I've done. And the pain I caused my beautiful wife, my daughter, and my son. Six months or so have passed, and oh so many tears I've cried. I sometimes wish that in that room, I would have just up and died. Now as Christmas fastly aproches, Im sadded once again in heart; For the debt that I created, from a lustful heart. Also how depressed I feel, for Christmas will surely be, One of very little, under our Christmas tree. So for now I feel truly sadden, for the kids will wonder why, Santa skipped our house this year, for some reason passed us by.
Dear Friends, I am very busy during this month of Christmas, Yet i had to find the time to thank all Of You, for being in my life in this year 2009. I Wish to thank You all ,One by One,But the names of Great friends Here are never ending ,So I just say a One Big thankyou, to all of You,part of this spicy hot delicious soup,THANKYOU! To all My friends here ,who cherish my believes ,Have a very Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year!:) For those friends who have other believes,I wish You a Peaceful and Happy New Year! I want you to know, It is so beautiful getting to know You all,and it makes me feel so happy to share poetry and friendship with people from different Countries,With different colours,Cultures and Religion,Yes!it makes me feel so Happy to see, that together with Our different colours ,We create this beautiful Rainbow,this Circle Of Love.. Thankyou My dear friends,You are all an inspiration, You mean so much to Me and make my life so Special,just by being Here! Have a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New year! and Remember,Till You are there,I'm always Here:)xxxxx Love Charmaine
Snow fell down one starless night From out the plume of lonely clouds, To decorate the land with white, Adorn the hills with pallid shrouds. The eyes that gleamed behind the glass Watched the weather rage outside, Saw the darkness come to pass, Filled with wonder, saucer wide. Then from the ether, from the swirl, Through a split in clouded night, A silver shaft impaled the world, And lit the earth with vibrant light. Upon the eve before the day Iconic magic rose and shone, At once the darkness cast away, A Christmas star to wish upon. In modern times of strife and war, When hatred reigns a harsh regime, It ill behoves us to deny Our children of a better dream. So on the eve before the day, Make the demon year be gone, And teach them of a better way, Of Christmas stars to wish upon.
When Christmas sends peace on Earth, it must stay here for ever, because this love comes from the stars. I wish days like Christmas will stay on Earth and never go, with the bird's song on the snow while heaven sends its own music. Laughter and million lights, like the rays of the star, like the angel's song like the wind's soft whisper. This is Christmas, this is peace, this is love in our hearts; for the rich, for poor, for young and old, God's treasure will open.-
I think back to many a year when Christmas time was very dear our tree aglow with lights and fruit having spent many hours in rubber boots trudging the woods for that special tree snow had fallen clear up to our knees we'd trim and cut then make a stand our Christmas tree just looked so grand we dried some fruit that hung with care even strung popcorn which was very rare the lighted candles stood so tall praying each night that they wouldn't fall our Christmas time so very merry none of that rush with cash and carry we had things made like socks an shirts never worried if the shirt didn't work stockings were filled with fruit and nuts we never expected or had very much oh i think back to toughs wonderful days wishing many could have seen our ways. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Walking on the water of the life before the birth of pain. Seeking to become the savoir of a World become insane. Coming to this planet not inside a golden spacecraft. Coming to this planet from a place of quietness. Using the life of Spirit to explain the life within. Poetical remembrances of virgin birth await us soon. Future is often just repeated past. Only once is Grace afforded us. Please dont let it lapse. This Christmas remember Christmas Future while enjoying Christmas past, and Inn this Christmas Present please say Jesus of the Virgin Birth. When people cry for saving this one will, The City Of The Nazerene is always on a hill.
"You're not afraid- are you, Stacey?" She giggled. "Don't you think you ought to slow down?" I mustered. "We'll be alright," she said with a grin and kept on trucking, but when we parked, I almost responded as the Pope does when he deplanes. However, that would have been too cynical; yet, when the Christmas holidays rolled around, I left the driving to Greyhound. While at home, my Christmas was very merry, and New Year's Day was happy, until I received "the" call. It was Chrissy's roommate, Belinda. "Stacey." She paused. "Chrissy died yesterday." "What-?!" I exclaimed softly, uncertain of what I had just heard. "The weather was bad on her way to church, and her truck hydroplaned into oncoming traffic," she responded. "But they say she died instantly." Then we silenced. As I clutched the Christmas card Chrissy had made for me, my heart bled with grief. Although I felt a great sense of loss, I never blamed God or Chrissy's driving for the fatality. Neither did my eyes shed a tear, not because I repressed my emotions, but for the reason I shared at the BSU memorial service held in her honor. "This is not a time to mourn, but a time of joy to celebrate Chrissy's homecoming, as she would have wanted us to. And we know where she is, where her heart has always been, home with Jesus." Yet alive here, Chrissy is in my heart and commemorated in books throughout this country through the following poem I wrote with her in mind When Special Moments Come Again Moments come and go, But special moments come again, When the thoughts of you with me Seem they never have an end; As a touch brings back sensation And a song triggers emotion, A smell brings back the memories, As a taste triggers the notion That we'll always be together; What we shared will never end, And I know that you're right here When special moments come again.
Two days before Christmas Eve in New York City. A little girl named Hope had the heart of a giant at the age of seven years old. Hope and her loving parents where all together decorating the Christmas tree. Hope asked her mother, "Mommy will I ever see Jesus and all the angels". "One day when it's your time", said her mother. "It would be nice to visit grandma again", said Hope. Her mother told her, "You know she's always looking down on you". "Really", she asked her father with a big smile. That night Hope woke up with a stomach ache. "Daddy, daddy my tummy is hurting again", Hope cried to her father. He told her, "Alright let's get some medicine from the cabinets". A little while later Hope got really sick. She was taken to the nearest hospital. The doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong. Running tests over and over. Still nothing showed up on the screen until they x-rayed on her stomach. Finally an answer was found, but a cure was not. It was all too late for little Hope. She had developed cancer and it was on the final stage. Any moment would be time for her to go. Her parents cried in deep sorrow, thinking how to tell their child that she's going to die. Hope's parents walked in the room trying fighting the tears from their eyes. They asked their daughter, "Sweetie do you remember about the place called heaven?" "That's were God lives", Hope said Her father said, "Well pretty soon you're going to take a trip there". She asked, "Will I get to meet Jesus and all the angels?" Tears began to rolling down their eyes as they hugged their little girl goodbye. The funeral was held on a beautiful Sunday morning. Hope's mother couldn't bear the pain any more. The next night she had a dream about her daughter. "Mommy I'm coming to tell you that I love you", Hope said. She continued, "I know you miss me when you cry but forever I will always be with you". "Tell daddy I love him too and grandma sends her love". "I got to meet all the angels and even Jesus too". "It's almost time for me to go back". "Don't worry about me because now grandma and I are watching over you".
(This is a fictional poem) Most people love Christmas but I don't. People tell me that I should learn to love Christmas again but I won't. Something tragic happened on Christmas day. My life was ruined when my family was violently taken away. Three robbers broke in my house and killed my wife and daughter. A gun was aimed at my head while I watched them get slaughtered. They stole our valuables and then shot me with one of their guns. They left right after shooting me and I called 911. I was rushed to the hospital and I'm still alive. But my heart is broken because my family didn't survive. My life was destroyed and I live in hell because of this nightmare. They finally caught those men and I hope they get the chair. I have something to say and I'm sure that you'll agree. If you have a family, you're better off than me.
i sit here another year wanting for my kids to have a merry christmas and theres nothing i wouldent give to see them smile and having fun opening up there gifts but on a day that should be happy here we go again nothing under the tree and it breaks my heart to think that my kids will do without again and are future is relly bleak it seems today that this wourld revolves around a buck and i would give my heart and soul if i could make them see all the people that do without while they achieve there greed i tell my boys to pray and be thankful for what we have we will back on our someday as i told them this story ther eyes filled up with tears they said its ok daddy we will try to have christmas next year
I love pARME is what the letter to Santa will say. One hair of head no cold a smile instead. One long leg and then one more. Two arms to hold. One woman of love and riches keeps me warm. One love inside. Purple wings beating beside the thumping of my heart. Early christmas can be a smile. Captured with devices but meant as love from far inside. I love pARME is what my letter to Santa must say. One woman made of love. The ONLY Christmas Present that eye want.
The snow is coming down outside beautiful white covered streets, twinkling as it falls reminders of how much I love you. I can't see you anywhere, I begged you not to go but you did it anyway. Holiday lights are going up everywhere even I put my Christmas tree up, topping the Angel on top my wish was "Having you here for Christmas". Children running playing in the snow elders admiring the decorations those in love holding hands keeping warm in the December cold. I'm walking by watching it all pass, still wishing I had you for Christmas. Christmas Day families waking up together love is all around them, I'm waking up all alone looking at your picture besides me I have to let a tear drop my Christmas wish never came true. I don't have you for Christmas.
My Christmas wish for all of you, is that your smiles are many, not few. The path you take, on your journey through life, will bring you happiness, and your nights be bright. Velvet will be the cushion, that breaks your falls, and rainbows of beauty will follow you all. You will have peace in your heart, that we all search for, while any shadows that linger, will be gone forever more. This is my wish to all my friends near, and far, our distance may be great, but we gaze upon the same stars. Merry Christmas from the South, to every corner of the world, each of you are so precious, Soups finest, diamonds, and pearls.