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Can you recall the hush of Christmas past? Think back to when you were a little child, excited Santa Claus would come at last, too young to even know you'd been beguiled. In shadows of your quiet room you lay. Then maybe to your window you'd tiptoe, look out and search the sky for Santa's sleigh. But all you'd see were swirling flakes of snow, And in that night, while all your family slept, you tried to stay awake. Do you recall the only thing you heard as Sandman crept upon you was the clock upon the wall? The hush of Christmas past is never gone. As long as there are children, it lives on.
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
(A Christmas Collage) The sun has set and night is stealing Softly o'er the silent land, While snowflakes slowly down are falling, Shaken from an unseen hand. To the top of Thorburne Tower Light from windows streams around; The glow of twenty thousand tapers Sparkles on the snowy ground. High arching o'er the graceful altar, Wintergreen and laurel sway; And all about the pews of alder People kneel and humbly pray. The rosy cheeks and smiling faces, Rising at the last amen, Return to rhythmic rows of places Raising songs of praise again. Oh hear those olden carols going O'er the tower to the skies; Noel and joyful tidings flowing From warm hearts and gleaming eyes. So far above the frosty forest, Father God and Jesus see The flick'ring flame of faith fulfilling What on earth was meant to be. There below the boundless heavens Beams the Spirit's blessing full; Bestowing peace and tidings holy, Bearing love that makes us whole. Th' enchanting ev'ning passing onward, Ev'ry street once empty filled; Then all-enfolding light descending, Endless eager voices stilled. To those who trolled triunal praises, Angels lit the topaz night; Attuning to the trilling trumpets, Sounding in triumphal might. The harps and high harmonic voices Hold a hope no man could give, Enmeshing in enchanting fashion, Showing how archangels live. E'en later yet they light their lanterns, Laugh around the firelight's heat; The children look around and listen, Laps all full of things to eat. Even now the endless snowflakes Eloquently, gently fall; Adding to the festive feeling Held alike by great and small. The youngsters holding hands are happy, Dancing 'neath the holly wreath, While horses hauling sleighs and cutters Jingle homeward on the heath. The embers glow in evenings echo, Shedding reddish light afar; Expectant eyes reflect its sparkle, Shining like the morning star. They sing of Mary, blessed mother, Meek and willing, pure and mild; They magnify the great Messiah Born as Mary's holy child. [Look for the acrostic in the alliteration. There is one letter for each verse.] By Isaiah Zerbst, November 16, 2013
Rocking Chair (The Autistic Child) Born with walls constructed in her mind, She keeps the world and all its threat at bay, Inside her rocking chair day after day, A month, a year, an hour, no sense of time Just rocking, rocking all her life away. Christmas comes and presents pile around Her chair; she sees the paper, shining, colors bright; She reaches for the red, the blue, the white. She revels in the crumpling paper sound-- Just rocking, rocking in her endless night. The family gathers for the festive meal, She will not leave her chair, her treasured place, The never-ceasing motion of her private race. She's rocking in her solitary reel, An empty stare on her unchanging face. But what is this, her sister's gentle hand A soft, accepted touch , a simple smile, "I want to sit with you a little while"-- Contact made without seeming to demand They rock together—a stationary mile.
O holy night when Christ was born, And in a manger laid; What love decreed that God should be The child of a maid? O holy night the inn was full, A stable near at hand; O night of prophecies fulfilled When Caesar taxed the land. O holy night the shepherds watched Their flocks upon the field, And, lo, the angel of the Lord With glory was revealed. "Fear not, behold, I bring to you Good tidings full of joy; For unto you is born this day A Saviour as a boy." Then suddenly the sky was lit By angels filled with mirth, Proclaiming glory unto God And peace to all the earth. The shepherds said among themselves, "To Bethlehem we'll go; For something great is come to pass And this we wish to know." They came and found the newborn babe With Joseph and his bride; When they had seen, this news they spread Throughout the countryside, And all that heard did wonder great At things the shepherds told; But Mary pondered all these things Within her heart of gold. O holy night when God was praised, O night when hope returned; O night when angels spake aloud And skies with glory burned: O holy night when Christ was born, And in a manger laid; What love decreed that God should be The child of a maid? ~ Based on Luke 2:7-20 ~ ~Written for "Here We Go A Caroling".~
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
The bells are ringing Everyone is singing Preparing for the holidays There will be gifts and children There will be lights and Decor There will be pretty snowflakes and oh so much more! It's Christmas Eve The children are upon there pillows Trying to fall asleep So Santa Clause Will Leave them presents And lots and lots of sweets! They wake up in the morning Rustling down the stairs One by one they open there gifts They felt like Millionaires With there fishing poles And there chunks of chocolate coal It was Christmas morning And it was definitely NOT boring!
Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich? Tomorrow you might want turkey instead Here is why In gen. red meat- such as roast beef Not as healthy as other kinds of protein Tends to have more cholesterol Often has more saturated fat Both things are bad for your heart Eating too much red meat May linked to colon cancer This does not mean You should never eat beef or other red meats Just go easy on them Tasty Swaps With Tacos Try Fish or chicken With hamburgers Try Veggie burgers With Stir-fry Try Fried tofu With lasagna Try Eggplant slices With salad Try tuna or broiled egg With Breakfast Try turkey or soy links With Casserole Try lentils and rice With Chili Try beans (canned or dried) With Dinner entrée Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled) With sandwiches and wraps Try grilled chicken or hummus 4142013
As evenings dark began to close in a little girl wipes her nose on her sleeve. Listless and hungry she walks in the snow a poor and lost soul, one cold New Year's Eve. Her dead mothers slippers were much to large, they were flip flopping while crossing the street, two wild carriages coming full speed made her lose them, now she walks in bare feet. She glances in windows as she walks by, families eating and making good cheer, her pains from hunger she tries to ignore, she's starving and freezing, poor little dear. The north winds cold breeze keeps blowing her face catches her breath as it blows back her hair. She spots a dark alley where she can lay, Tired and windblown she can no longer care. She curls in a ball tucking frozen feet carefully under her old blanket cloak, she leans on the building, closing her eyes now given up and her spirits are broke. A shaggy old dog, nudges her gently she hugs him and draws him close to her heart, smiling she whispers, we'll go together when Jesus finds us, we'll never more part Then both of their eyes close, she bathes in dreams, sitting at a fire, with food on the hearth. When she awakes, a lady stands smiling, pats the old dog saying, good boy old Barth. The Little Match Girl by H.C. Anderson Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 12.03.2014 Contest: A Christmas Tale Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
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
A single leaf, Falls out of a tree above me, As it twist and turn, The wind blows it in my direction, It symbolizes the ending point of my struggles and all my pain, It tells me that they twist and turn, But never remain, It takes a sudden fall next to me, But why? It symbolizes the thought of being alone, It tells me that someone is always by my side, As I write, The leaf flies away, As if it had a huge success in incouragement, Nature communicates with us in many ways, Not with words, But with a single leaf out of a tree.
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.
A small bundle, briquette, blanket wrapped held close to heart. Soon the new. We wonder will we be trapped? When we travel along the road, back through time to our roots, our father's father and beyond our mother's mother. Lamps turn down, collars turn upward. Blue night ablaze with stars, some fall Burst. Like the whisper of prayers, the word. One star shines brighter than all, Venus? Candlelight flickers from doorways. Laughter raucuous, cheerings of praise. The balance between my life and my passage flickers as if blown between the worlds whose love would I hold up high like a mage? No matter, the answer flows through me chaos of love the answer to all I seek love to each, hugs to the other, cheek to cheek. Lights out we are still ablaze remembering all the light flickering down like scents of pine, coal, cinnamon for days and fall about us like snowflakes, we taste wine, warmth burning through to numb toes Are we there yet? When have we left? Who knows? Sheri Fresonke Harper 11-30-2013
Just a day "Good Night Mom and Dad" I said before I went to bed. "We love you" they said as they closed the door Mom comes in and wakes me up "Time to go to school" as my feet hit the floor I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go We sit in the car listening to music "It's Friday I think I'm a little excited tho "Alright baby we here" as mom open the door to let me get out She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off Another day of school and it close to Christmas I can't wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun! Today was a free day and on Friday there isn't much to learn The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying The other side It's Thursday night and off to bed we go I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so Alarm clock goes off and it's around 6:15 in the morning I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing I opened the door to let him out once more Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four I'm at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung It's about 9:30 and it was Jaden's school I got the news he was dead and I started to puke I'm crying uncontrollably don't know my next move My son is dead, I can't believe this news I hurried to the school in the best of my ability I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son He said "I'm sorry ma'am" I can't do this at this time At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead The shooter was 20 and took my son's life in his own hands The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers I don't need answers I need my son and his laughter I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears My husband holds me close as reality nears My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him as much as I did R.I.P (To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting) 12-14-12
My youngest child taught me something today That I had almost forgotten along the way At this precious age the focus isn't money Or finding the promised land of milk and honey As soon as we decorated our Christmas tree She placed a gift beneath it saying, "For mommy from me" It wasn't a gift from a catalog or store This special gift was so much more She ran to her room, found her favorite toy, you see Then placed it in a cracker box and gave it to me No wrappings or ribbons just the heart of my child With glowing eyes and a tender loving smile That, my friends, is how Christmas should be Because the best gifts aren't found beneath the tree Copyright © 2009 Lena "Lolita" Townsend "…and a little child will lead them."~ Isaiah 11:6
12 12 12 into the world came a little bundle of Joy when David and Cody had a perfect baby boy, little tiny fingers and tiny little toes and a cute little nose a day full of happiness that you will never forget and may this be your best Christmas yet. lots of love to you all love mum xxxx welcome to the world, baby Jayden a beautiful perfect Grandson, how amazing is God, I started sopnsonring a child lead by God and felt it right to sponsor a Girl, she was 5 years old on the 12 decemeber 2012 the miracle being my Grandson was born 12/12/12/ and 12 days before christmas, wow first day of christmas, and he will share the same birthday as my sponsored child, now that is the Grace of God, Amen wow THATS SO RARE let the children come and do not hinder them for the kingdom of ehaven belongs to these Amem
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.
The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having seen a wondrous star, they began their long journey by bringing precious gifts, but they warned Joseph and Mary of Herod's malicious intent...so they fled to Egypt on a donkey that never complain of a sore hip! They believed in the Savior as Herod himself full of pride, and being very wise, they never returned to tell him what kind of child they had found! They brought their gifts and knelt at a child whose fate as foretold was to die for us all, and he gladly accepted them hearing His Father's call! Not having heard from the Wise Men who had lied to Him, Herod sent his soldiers to kill all children under three: screams terrorized Bethlehem; no, they weren't moved by their mother's painful cry and shedding their innocent blood they revenged that lie! O mothers of Bethlehem, Jesus knew that they were slaughtered because of Him! O mothers of Bethlehem, you wept and moaned as they bled as a sacrificial lamb! They believed in the Savior from what they had read, and wanted to see for themselves the glorious event that Daniel spoken of: the brightest star shining over Bethlehem as angels sang, announcing Christ's birth in a small town groping on a hill of citrus and clove! Written on December 16, 2012
Santa felt all out of sorts up there in the pole, the elves looked at each other and shook their heads. They had tried their best to jolly Santa along but the more they tried, the sadder he got. Finally one asked him why he was so sad shaking his head Santa said they no longer believe. No more do they send me letters of what they want and telling me how good they have been. As he sat there the tears rolled and mingled in his beard and his belly shook and rolled over and over in folds. The North Pole House started to melt and fall away in chunks what can we do to get belief back into people's hearts? one asked. We could write letters and send them to him said one that will not work said another he knows all their names. WE have to find a Believer and bring them here to him for if there is no belief the North Pole house will die. The elves searched around the world looking for just one any one would do as long as they still believed in Santa. Try as they might none could they find. Until one elf heard a child crying out his heart. Why do you cry? little man, Santa never answers my letters he said I have sent him so many The other children laugh at me and say he no longer exists, that he for many years has never replied to their requests. The elf shook his head in disbelief as he listened to the child. He threw some Christmas dust over the child and whisked him away to the North Pole house. The child's eyes were popping right out of his head as he watched the elves busily working. He does still exist he screamed in excitement. He does, he does. As for Santa, he soon cheered up and busily got to work loading up his sled with many brightly wrapped presents. Why did you not answer my letters Santa the child asked? What letters? I have had no letters for what seems like years. This mystery puzzled the elves, where on earth could they be, It was Mrs Santa that had the answer. That old fool she said he tucks them away in his pocket and then forgets about them see there are hundreds it is no wonder no one still believes. Dear oh dear said Santa my mind is so forgetful lets get them read that Christmas children world wide received so many presents Once again belief returned and the North Pole house was saved As faith in Christmas was reborn and happy faces smiled and smiled written 11/27/2014
You asked me to make sure your husband didn't drink that December day as I pushed your chair through glass-encased gardens. A friend in need you had always been, I could deny you nothing, but Paul lost it and left town when you died. Living just long enough to see your first grandchild born, it was a three-year battle before cancer put you in that wheelchair. Look at how lovingly Paul holds your hand here, standing by Chris whose smile lit our lives. Chris and I gave the eulogy together as you asked, but you knew that since Chris is with you now. Only weeks after your death did we learn of Chris's cancer. Tell him I miss our travels as I embrace this photo with my heart's frame of eternal love. *For Sidney Lee Ann's "Picture Frame" contest Dedicated to Jeanett, who saw her grandson born on Christmas before dying in January 2003. Our friend Chris died Christmas Day 2005. The photo makes me think how different life was when we spent all our free time together.
Mythical animal A single horn From the center of its forehead Beauty in its essence
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.
Have a Happy Christmas filled with memories so sweet and all the peppermint sticks one little girl can eat!
It's Christmas eve, and in the dark I ponder Alone with my thoughts Over the year they wander. Of laughing and of little tears, Of reluctant hugs for dad, Joyful smiles and soft I love you Many good times, and many sad. The Christmas presents under tree Awaiting little fingers My smile broadens wider As on happy faces it lingers. Sometimes I feel the loneliness Biting through my heart When I look at little heads Cuddled asleep, in the dark. For next to me, an empty space That mirrors deep inside The loss I feel, the emptiness Is sharper somehow tonight. Then from the dark a little sound Daddy, please, I need you now And to his bedside I will sit To stroke his hand and troubled brow. On this night, this Christmas eve, I sit here no longer adrift, Hold his hand and know for sure That I already have the greatest gift.
Children far too young to realize That some things in life you should prize We had no jobs and no takings Bare were the Christmas stockings Scrounging colourful material Lace, chintz and chiffon ethereal Ribbons included in the making A show for the Christmas stockings Balls of red and green and scrap yarn Imaginary faces darn' On beautiful princess and kings Displayed in the Christmas stockings Plywood and some leftover paint Canopy bed fit for a saint Pea under mattress, her liking Endured for the Christmas stockings A penguin made of black felt A hobgoblin with a scarlet belt 'Gold' jewellery box, flaking Accepted for the Christmas stockings Coconut ice cut into stars Liquorice plaited into bars Brownies and tarts kept me baking Produced for the Christmas stockings My daughter was five that year Son's smiles, laughter brought a tear After all this time – despite mocking Treasuring the Christmas stockings Grandchildren, by the Grace of God Who, I pray, shall all be well shod Now, material gathered for the making Of the future Christmas stockings *************************************************************** We celebrate the summer solstice over here and the only thing we have in common with our northern hemisphere counterparts is the traditional Christmas stockings. Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.
Crystal flakes decorate her long tresses As rosy eyes wishes for a necklace, With golden cross to recall Christmas' magic On seventh year; up high, she lifts her face. Enchanted, fireworks line across the clouds Upon her body fairy stardust glitter; Pixie wings glide by, molding snow angels As she joins dances of frost-wanderers. Atop the tree, Godmother Mary drifts Hands beaming in trinkets from heaven's shawl Lucent the night with thousand winks of stars, While a babe's eyes frame her young neck, enthralled. In a gush, fairy angels bid goodbye To disappear in sweet,Bethlehem sky! Shadow Hamilton's A Child's Christmas Contest 12/27/2013
A spider spun a silver web in a mound of golden straw, Then he hid himself inside the stack, away from the wind so raw. He yelled down to the sheep below Who were trying to huddle close, "It's times like this that I wish there was a fire for a mutton roast. For winter had come upon the land and his barn was deathly cold, He wasn't sure if he'd survive the night if the truth of it were told. He tried to dream a dream of hope to get him through the night, But he couldn't bring himself to sleep because of a blinding light. A star was shinning down on them as if the sun in mid-day glory, The little spider had yet to learn of the coming Christmas story. Below was a ewe with her lamb both snuggled up together, Trying their best to keep warm in the cold of the winter weather. "I'd never trade places with you anyway," the mother sheep bleated out, "Why are you so happy in your hate to lend voice to pain and doubt?" The light from heaven kept them awake and staring in wide wonder, When two weary travelers entered in and the straw became their plunder. The little spider became dislodged as a nest of straw was piled, And he could see that one of the travelers was very great with child. The three companions watched it all; they'd never seen a human being born, They were all surprised when at his birth There came the peal of an angelic horn. A herald's call went out to all the land announcing the newborn king, And the spider and the ewe shared a laugh to think of such a thing. Because this baby was so very small and his parents were so poor, Yet there was something about this newborn child that neither could ignore. The spider looked down on the ewe and said in a voice too bold, "This baby needs to be swaddled now to keep him from the cold. Good ewe I can spin for him a cover if you'll allow me to use your fleece." So together they worked to swaddle the child on this night of Holy peace. The mother smiled at them all as she took the blanket for her boy, Then laid him in a manger poor and they were overcome with joy. The meaning of this wondrous event was what made them all feel glad, For they had brought the first gift to the Lord by sharing what they had. And the warmth, which they had provided the child, also kept the three of them warm, May the loving joy that they discovered keep you this Christmas morn. Merry Christmas!
He sat up late one night and wrote, His heartfelt Christmas dream. Dear Santa, I wont ask for much. His eyes began to gleam. I've got a baseball and a glove, A rocket and launching pad. I've got so many things to share, But, I haven't got my dad. He left us not to long ago. He didn't even pack. He went to heaven, Mommy said. But, now I want him back. I miss my Daddy. I miss the way he holds my hand. I miss my Daddy. And I don't really understand. I miss my Daddy. I know he must be missing me. If you can find him, Santa. Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree. He always hugs me when he leaves. He always says goodbye. I hope he wasn't mad at me. It makes me want to cry. It's not the same without him here. Why did he go away? My Mommy's eyes are always red. She won't come out and play. Dear Santa, I just want one thing. The love that I once had. I'll give you everything I own, If you'll bring me my Dad. I miss my Daddy. I miss the way he holds my hand. I miss my Daddy. And I don't really understand. I miss my Daddy. I know he must be missing me. If you can find him, Santa. Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree. I hope it's not to much to ask. I hope I've made it clear. My Mommy misses Daddy, too, And wishes he were here. If you can't bring him back to me, I hope I'll understand. You've always done your best, I know, To make my Christmas grand. I miss my Daddy. I miss him every single day. I miss my Daddy. OH Santa. Why'd he go away? I miss my Daddy. I know he must be missing me. Please! Find my Daddy, Santa. And put him underneath the Christmas tree.
New Year, my baby lights`garland and tears of joy bring always Good News!
Sitting in rags all tattered and torn He gazed through the window and loved what he saw A raging coal fire, and some children to play Just what he wished for on a cold winters day The frost bit his finger and nibbled at his nose and his shoes, thin as paper, could not warm his toes But the warmth and the love that the family there told Reached into his heart and blessed his wee soul The dear little beggar boy was welcomed inside To share christmas gifts and a log of yuletide A meal that he'd dreamed of was served in a dish And the sweet little child got his christmas wish Sat near the roadside, a cup in his hand sat a merchant, a peasant, a pitiful man Selling flowers to towns folk, from graves freshly plucked He watched as the villagers tucked into roast duck Nose pressed to the entrance, inhaling the feast He licked his dry mouth as they carved the cooked beast A little old lady arose from her pew and gladly she told him "There's plenty for you" All grubby and dusty with an ache in her back A frail, crinkled lady read palms from a shack Not making much money, spending winter alone She watched families rejoicing, and wished for her own Trying to remember, a life led before With her sister and daughters, before she was poor A kind gent passed by her and decided to spend his christmas or longer, for she needed a friend Sat at the butchers and begging for meat Dusty the mongrel was just under their feet Just a scavenger, all dirty, they shoo'd him away and he got used to the harshness of being homeless each day Tucked beneath hedges, to escape winters bite He flopped down his head, and he slept for the night Dreaming of children who'd bring him a bone Rescued by a schoolgirl who gave him a home What do you dream of, when you're sat all alone Money and chocolate, a new mobile phone Or the simplest things that are taken for granted Like a home and a family, to be loved and be wanted Do you think of others or not have a care when enjoying your holidays, do you have time to spare See the dear little beggar boy at your windowsil Let him in, spare a second, 'tis the season of goodwill
We're cuddled up now, In the back of the sleigh; Listening as the bells jingle, In a Merry Christmas way!
It was very peaceful in sight, A child woke up in the middle of the night, Heard something moving in the living room, So he decided to check and saw a man with costume. Still groggy from his deep slumber he holds his teddy bear so tight, Peeking closely to the dark shadow wearing red in dim light, It's Santa Claus sitting comfortably on a rocking chair, Holding a glass of wine, smiling, and toss it on midair. It's Christmas magic in the eyes of this child, who wonder, He hopes Santa will grant his wish to give him a brother, To play with him every day and during the time of winter, So that his family will be happy on Christmas day and forever. When a child wants to go to Santa Claus, who looks huge and fantastic, He disappeared in seconds and he only saw glittering crystals in the air, He run and knocks to his parent's room and told a story of magic, He's happy and feels Christmas Magic in the cool breeze of December. December 10, 2013 Maria Paz Samelo For Gail's "Christmas Magic" Contest
Same house, different look; Santa is coming light is here, How all now wears cap of gold, Even tree unnoticed yesterday! Today I will pick one and eat From wallnuts that mama sets aside With candle light glowing on them To count the arrival of Santa Claus. Hours now she stays in cellar Searching for the scrolls of age "On the first day of christmas...",hers, " Let it snow, let it snow..." is mine. And when Santa comes And lays at door step his gift Like a newly lay egg in brood Mama shall sing, I shall. On the first day of christmas... Let it snow, let it snow... La la la, la la la, la la laaaaaa... 23rd Nov,2014.
Hush...Santa Is Coming… Christmas Eve...nineteen forty-three I was four years old... Christmas Eve...Santa is coming! The fresh-cut tree glistens with bubble lights, Real tinsel, pretty glass balls…not much else... Mommy said Santa was coming To visit me...I was so good all year... He is making a special trip... Tonight...before I go to bed... He will be here! My heart is so happy...Santa...coming to See me and my infant baby brother! I am in my bedroom... From my room I see the door, ajar, At my parent's bedroom across the hall... My uncle is there! My Mommy and Daddy too... I didn't see him come in our house! He puts on some red clothing with white fur... Then white hair...beard...black belt…boots...cap... Santa is here... But...he really isn't here... My heart sinks...I am only four... But I remember That sadness that crushed my heart. But Mommy and Daddy are so happy! Santa is here to see me, their good little girl! This is their special surprise for me! How can I hurt them...tell them that now I Know...there is no real Santa? Mommy and Daddy are so happy for me... Santa is here. For many years...I played the game... Santa is coming... Santa came and left those presents for me... In those years, children believed The Santa story way longer than today. I played the game... Santa is coming! Time to hush...stay silent... I never let on to my brother, my cousins, My Mom and Dad, My grandparents, my aunts and uncles... I carried the burden... That special time of my childhood... Ended much too soon...not their fault... Just a door accidentally left ajar To reveal the crushing untruth. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved
In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down. Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast. When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last. Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here? A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all. Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts. Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call. A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees. Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three. When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel. Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny. Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule. Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them. Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble. Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem. Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free. Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind. And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done. The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days. Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering. The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way. For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them. Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees. Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way. Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally. Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast. Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son. Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible. Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done. The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands. A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate. Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent. But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net. The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals. The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain. Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit." Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one. Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life? From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations. Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior. Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations
white snow lay across the earth like a soft blanket families cuddle close before a welcoming fireplace trimming the tree laughing together creating memories a time of hope and cheer young ones happy smiling faces looking at the bright tree waiting for Santa to bring presents maybe a treat hoping he knows they have been good my dream would be to go back in time when loving family surrounded me memories are bittersweet past Christmas images fill my mind bringing sadness and regret So much heartache please hush Christmas, let me forget
Guilty one Capable of gross wickedness A vile wretch A scoundrel A rascal Unprincipled character
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
Popcorn popping in the mircowave Going to decorate the tree Yutetide carols being sung On the stereo Seems like Christmas to me We know that Santa's on his way He is flying in his magical sleigh And every grandchild has an Enquiring mind Wanting to know if reindeer really Know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase For all the kids who just won't do Merry Christmas , Merry Christmas to you (To the tune of Chestnuts Roasting on an open fire)
Through his eyes, see that magical tree See how it glistens and shines, so free See its magical ray Help him make of this day, his own day! Dreams, hope, passion, all are in his eyes All emanating from his belief in the skies A belief given to him on a cold night By the one to turn off his room light In his smile, see how the world goes Devoid of any useless sorrows Always made up of countless of bows and arrows Given by the one blessing all our tomorrows On his face, see the beauty of joy All because of one given toy Given for the cause of the holy birth The birth of the one who showed us our path And in his hands, holding his colorful gift Feel, feel, the change in mood From saddened loneliness to exaltation Such, such can only be at the time of a child's christmas A child, blessed to be on this earth A child unfortunate to have, over his head, no roof A child missed by none A child you pleased and blessed, with only one gift!
Why are they sitting there watching me Those cheeky elves that sit on a shelf Are they spying for Santa Claus Will they say I behaved myself I love to hold those cheeky elves Putting them back in a different pose Their bodies are all bent ready To sit on a ledge, whichever I chose. Are they watching me search the wardrobes Looking for parcels anew Maybe Santa came early and put some here Or whatever Santa's do The music is playing downstairs Carols about good tidings and joy I sing away as I keep up the search Surely somewhere there's a brand new toy It's Christmas Eve and I try to sleep Cos that's what I am told to do I peep through my lashes at the elves I am sure they winked back at me too. Penned 31 December 2013
Mary Three hundred million years elapsed with black skies Three hundred million more went on in gray Then one day a tepid dawn came on with brilliant light Distinct rays or beams of light broke through the clouds A tiny sliver of cloudy blue shot through, contrasting on the gloom In a sudden revelation of life and light, the sky broke open The gown of the heavens turned vivid white and powder blue Colors of the rainbow exploded on the land The blue of sky, the white of clouds, are in fact the gown of Mary She glided down and gently touched the oceans of the earth When Mary reached the land she treads on serpents heads With her naked foot she crushed them dead She had a baby just in time for Christmas, like a perfect virgin The timing could not be more precise At Christmas time she had the baby Christ One day I hope to call Him Dad When Satan leaves the land and all is done Then I will sleep in Mother Mary's arms in peace According to the plan
The light toy-railway is traveling, with the kids who aren't anymore. To Paris, to Brussels is traveling, to the Black Africa too. The light toy-railway is grieving, for the fawn's steps under Christmas tree, for the luster in the eyes and ah, for the toys. For the Blue Bird, for the white photos, for the hand that is putting the little star. For the dream that's coming true. The light toy-railway is traveling. Traveling.
Here's a tale I'd like to tell About some characters we know so well Forgetting them is hard to do We think of them the whole year through The misfit toys are not forgotten On that cold and lonely island Hermie's doing all it seems To be the dentist of his dreams Frosty starts to dance and sing From the life that his hat brings Crystal makes a lovely bride As she stands by Frosty's side The Grinch does not act nice at all Stealing from The Who's so small Cornelius travels down the river Looking for his gold and silver Rudolph's nose is shiny bright To help guide Santa through the night So he can bring some special joy To every single girl and boy
Curiosity brimming over the edge Heart that only waits but never demands Innocence in a glance pure and sweet Laughter and glee over the simplest gift Dear and earnest gratifications flow 'Softly illuminating the wondrous glow Cheerful in the future prediction Heart brimming with endless benediction Rivers of optimism stream and buoyantly flush Inner being and outward joy a healthful blush Santa Claus prances with excitement and glee Tree dear tree how verdant is Thee Manger of presents abundant yet meager Awesome, accomplishing role of a giver Swirling and twirling the soft snow falls Youthful and innocent how it enthralls 1/3/2014
For him, Getting a toy is Christmas, No H.W. is Christmas, Flying Free is Christmas, And of course, A surprise is a Christmas. For him, Dad's shoulder is Christmas, Sister's love is Christmas, Brother's fun is Christmas. And of course, Mom's lap is a Christmas. For him, His B'day is Christmas, Granted wish is Christmas, Friends are Christmas, And of course, Little joy is a Christmas. He doesn't wait to celebrate, For a child , Every celebration is Christmas, Every smile is Christmas, Enjoyment is Christmas, And of course, Christmas is Happiness.
I wrote this poems some years ago when I was invited to be on a television program to read a Christmas poem to children as they gathered around me...I had not written a Christmas poem when the invitation was extended and wondered what to write as there were so many Christmas poems already...It was then I decided to write about the day before the night before Christmas...thus this poem which the children and listening audience enjoyed... The Day Before The Night Before Christmas It was December the 23rd And Santa was packing his sleigh Saying to his reindeer, "We've got Lots of traveling to do today, Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I Have lots of surprizes up my sleeve!" The reindeer grumbled and were ill-at-ease, Santa was worried and asked " aren't you pleased?" One reindeer who asked not to be identfied, Stepped forward and replied, "Christmas now is just a word!" The other reindeer joined in, "There is no peace on earth, No good will between men!" "No good will between people!" a liberated reindeer Chirped in. Santa was aghast and could not believe what he Had just heard, It startled him, it made him sad, Why, Christmas was the time of year to make folks glad. A time for celebration, for spreading good cheer, A joyful, happy time of year! "I'll do some spot checking!" Santa said to Mrs. "C"... "Christmas has lost its true meaning, this cannot be!" "This is tragic!" And with a little Santa magic, he transformed himself Into a little child with a polka dot face, This way he could represent every race... He went caroling the world over and begged Passers-by, "Please sing along!" But no one would join him in song. Santa was cold, His coat was tattered and torn... No one offered him shelter, They looked upon him with scorn. He stopped at several houses but no one Would let him in... Some shouted, "Come back again!" They were busy decorating and wrapping Presents galore, But no one would open their door. Santa saw a family strolling hand in hand, "What does Christmas mean to you?" He asked stepping up to the man. "Presents for one and all said he! "Trees a glitter, houses in holiday dress!" Said she. "Toys!" said the little one, jumping with glee... "If you are really good, Santa will bring you a color TV!" "But he won't find your house on the other side of the track, You are poor and ugly with that polka dot face, I know Santa won't find your place!" They laughed and scoffed, "Why you are a disgrace!" "Christmas means a brand new car!" said the next Hurried gent, The next lady said, "Christmas made me spend every cent!" Poor Santa was really sad, No one had said Merry Christmas, "This is really bad." He shook his head as he pondered, "Is Christmas really dead?" No one mentioned the babe in the manger, Or the wise men who traveled afar. No one mentioned Mary or Joseph or the Bright guiding star. Santa slumped his shoulders He head beack home, His heart was heavy, he felt all alone. The suddenly, bells chimed; it was Christmas eve. A lone man appeared and took the little child Santa By his tattered sleve. "Come child," he said softly, "I'll share my meal with you, It is not much but it should warm you through and through." He wrapped his worn scarf around Santa's cold head Santa thanked him... "Merry Christmas!" the stranger said, "I am traveling to Bethlehem" and he was gone again. Marry Christmas!" said Santa ss the stranger disappeared From sight..."Christmas lives!" he shouted, "The reindeer were wrong and I was right! Carrolers sang in the distance, Deck The Halls! Silent Night
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.
Let me tell the rules to have the prettiest tree of all: First: do not call just my mom and my dad, But many uncles and aunties also to add, Because I am a cute little girl and not very tall. Second: bring chocolate and juice in abundance, It is an important work and we cannot stop, The tree must be ready before we go out to shop, And finally play a song but do not dance: Let's sing and clap hands, everyone together! Then look up: the star will be shinning bright, We already see the Christmas's colored light: Our Christmas's tree couldn't look better! The tree will be ready: the magic is done The beauty of Christmas will never be gone.
Big blundering beast Poor fish have no chance whatsoever Neither does the slowest runner in your group
CHRIST'S MASS Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth, and wonder at your bright and shining star, that leads to needed joy of peace on earth we all look for, and it is where you are. So I will light some candles in your name on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone. I'll say a prayer into the burning flame to thank you for your gift too few have known. You are my bright and shining star, you know, throughout my life, in everything I do, the gift of love is all I have, and so, I wrap my love in candlelight for you. Amen © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
It's time for Christmas all over the world There's a change in most people's hearts A flame of generosity starts to emerge Giving to all those children in need A game of checkers, a doll or a bright fire engine Will light up the eyes on Christmas morning Of children who otherwise would have nothing So worth it to imagine their smiles A box of food arriving on the door step Anonymously given to the parents So they can provide a meal on that special day A treasure to be found and never forgotten If only there was no need to give at Christmas Every child would have a glow about them Enough food and toys to satisfy any hunger No child in the world to ever go without Its time for Christmas all over the world If only the blessed would not forget The children out there who have nothing The gift from your heart will always be with them
As I write to you Santa, please allow me to say, All my presents and happiness can wait another day. No, gifts are not what I want this holiday season, I hope we can bring this idea to a treason. It's crazy to ask, but please give the joy to my mommy, She's very ill and the doctors only told me they were sorry. That would be my gift this Christmas, just help her get better, I hope you and your magic will have a cure, so please read this letter. Dear Santa, this is more of a prayer that I hope you can fulfill, So please, if you heal her and help her walk again, I hate to see her still. She can't talk to me anymore, her sickness is too much to bear, And the doctors don't know what to do, she is too far out of their care. If you are real, then please give her my presents this year, This prayer is for her, for she is the one person who is dear. With your Christmas magic, give her life again, You can, aren't you the big man?
If you chance to see a wandering snowman on your way home tonight Let me know. The poinsettias have started to wilt, turning dull The Christmas lights have flickered low into the night The food has lost its savor Gifts have been opened Blurry are my windows now As snow continues to hide My precious snowman from plain site. If you chance to meet My wandering snowman On your way home tonight Stop for a moment and play with him. Share a candy. Make him smile Make him a paper airplane. Make him beam and laugh. Hug and kiss him for me. Warm his heart. It's all a lost mother would ask For Christmas. If you chance to experience My wandering snowman On your way home tonight Please send him home to a warm Christmas with me. It's all that I ask.
A smart boy asked his parents, who were busy shopping, to take him to the nearest Santa and make his Christmas wish; setting in Santa's lap he told him this, " What's Christmas without peace... when kids like me are still dying? What's Christmas without peace... when stars can't be clearly seen in a sky covered with ash? " " These are very profound words for a child who cares about people sharing the same Christmas joy! " Santa told him smiling. " Don't wishes come true for boys, too? " He exclaimed with a boyish ingenuity, " Of course, they do, child...in spite of tragedy! " Santa assured him with the tenderest hug. " Then why, children my age still die, instead of getting love? " Close your gorgeous eyes, sweet boy and make that wish twice... so that all may hear it!" Santa ordered the dreamy child, who struggled to keep them closed as long as it took; then he slowly began wishing, " It's a wish for every kid alive: orphans and sick ones, healthy and happy ones! " " Which images do you see when you peak and look? " " I see many children holding candles and singing for peace, they sing in different languages...but love has a good reason to conquer those who desire to keep Christmas in their homeland as I desire to keep it in mine! " The happy boy said as he were part of that celebration under a brightly starlit sky, " And what are they singing? " What's Christmas without peace! " His reply was. That's the song you like them to sing...don't you? Santa exploded in jolly laughter.
When in sorted times we have become complacent when Shattered fragments left loose on their briars once again In timeless plight we have a tendency to forget the night The day is far spent while lived by sight; A Reason To Believe When shadows get loosened to its course of shape We will wallow to reach the North in spiral fate We live in mockery sent to the close of faith With a cascading ship filled with fools going much too late In crimsome tide ethced through the surface of my mind I try to look yet today all is much too blind As if animals going out on some desolate perch Shades of black paint in its overt mask What will ceil the case never to give anyone any flack A fickle of Pine rested on the back porch ventured vine We all must search the scriptures daily otherwise one is totally blind!
There was a stillness in the night the air filled with expectancy everything was so becalmed not even shadows were moving It was that extra special night that comes but once a year in the darkest hours of all a light came into the world The birth of that precious baby the one who came to save us all so this Christmas as you tuck in spare a thought, pause a moment Maybe say a few words if so inclined if you let the child into your heart that infant who gave his life for us you will forever more walk in grace
I had enough money saved to buy an XBOX One. It was going to be a Christmas Present for my son. It turned out that every XBOX One was sold out in every store. But one place wasn't completely sold out, they had one more. When my wife was about to get the last XBOX, another woman grabbed it first. My wife slapped the crap out of her and the situation went from bad to worse. My wife was arrested and she was thrown in jail. I had to use the money for the XBOX One for bail. That woman eagerly pressed charges when she got hit. When our son got nothing for Christmas, he threw a fit. I told him that family is the best present to have for Christmas but he didn't see it that way. My wife and I both got the finger from our son on Christmas Day. (This is a fictional poem)
Alyssa was only five Went to the mall with her mom, too. It was just a short drive. She wanted to buy something new. Santa was sitting in his chair She had a letter for him that night Alyssa walked up to say hello Got on his lap and held on tight Santa said, "What is that in your hand?" Alyssa replied, "A letter for only you." "Please don't read it, til we are through." Alyssa had to have her picture taken, too. As she walked away, Santa had to take a break. Went to the back of the store, ate some cookies That Mrs. Santa, made for him she just had to bake Dear Santa, Christmas will soon be here My only wish is you bring daddy home Don't want daddy spending Christmas alone You see Santa, daddy was sent over sea So he could fight for mommy and me Even if its for a little while I promise I will be a good child, too Please make my wish come true By the time he read it, Tears were running down his face That little girl, in the back of his mind He just couldn't erase. Christmas was finally here Alyssa ran down to the tree Nowhere in the house Did her daddy she see She was disappointed, as can be Said, "All I wanted was daddy To be here with me." All of a sudden, she heard a noise She turned around, there daddy stood. Alyssa screamed, "I knew Santa could." "He brought you home to me, like he should." For you that believe there is no Santa You may want to change your mind, too For Alyssa believed in him, Thats why her wish came true.
Two tragedies made a man bitter and hard. Life became intolerable after he was scarred. On Christmas Day his granddaughter fell in his pool and drowned. Because of that terrible accident, that poor girl is no longer around. When he found her dead body, he was horrified by what he saw. Just six months earlier, he also lost his daughter and son-in-law. Now he hates Christmas more than he would a plague. Just the mention of Christmas fills this man with rage. This man became so bitter that his heart is now as black as coal. Those tragedies destroyed his life, they sure did take their toll. His granddaughter was taken far too soon, she was only five. Ten Christmases have passed since but he still mourns because they didn't survive. (This is a fictional poem)
DEAR SANTA, LET ME EXPLAIN Dear Santa Claus, way up in the North Pole Please, at least give me a chance to explain! How was I supposed to know Dad's remote control Would get crushed when run over by a toy train? I am not as naughty a boy as you might think, I'm not a bad kid, I am not as bad as all that, Who knew paint should not be poured down the sink? Or that you should never try to shave the cat. No matter what stories you might have heard, I can be pretty darn good when I give it a try. The cat will never again be stuffed in the cage with the bird, Or slingshot to see if he can be taught how to fly. I eat all of mom's cooking, no matter how bad I do my best to clean up my plate. Only once did I hide the car keys in the freezer on Dad The line I walk is narrow and straight. I am sorry about the window, it was an accident I was just playing ball with my friends. I will pay for the glass, one hundred percent And do whatever I can to make amends. I am sure that Grandma has forgotten about those plates She has forgotten about almost every other thing. And I never bring her frogs or the snakes she hates I have not muddied her carpets since Spring. And about my kid sister, her hair will grow back, Dad said she looked cuter than cute. I think the rug in my room looks better in black And Grandpa already replaced his gray suit. So give me a break, Santa, I'm trying real hard, It's not easy keeping grownups happy, you see. Maybe pirates really did bury treasure in our yard, If I had found it, they would be happy, I guarantee. So maybe sometimes I get in trouble when I get into a fight Maybe sometimes I have to clap erasers after school, I'm just full of energy, holding me down is not right So what if I don't follow their stupid rules That rat Benny B., he had it coming, St. Nick, He has been giving me guff for a week He is a bully and a punk and he just makes me sick With his nonstop tormentor's mean streak. You are Santa, you know the truth, I am really OK I'm not a bad kid all of the time, Just please bring me Christmas, I'll do whatever you say, I will even stop writing in rhyme. Just one more thing Santa, and I hope you don't mind I really want to spread holiday cheer, So if your list falls a little bit behind, Please cut me a little slack for next year.
What could be sweeter on Christmas Morn, The day that Jesus Christ was born, The day that little babes arise, To face the day in glad surprise. The eyes of a child upon this day, The lips of a child and what they say, Is worth it's weight in shiny gold, To hear their excited stories told. All of this is great indeed, but what of babes that have no need, To shout and laugh, who all believed, In something they have not received? For happy spirit and blessed mind, Please save a Christmas that could be blind, For some little child and your repay, God's Blessings on this Blessed Day....
It had finally arrived and excited he was He quickly ran down the stairs toward the fireplace Grinning from head to toe With the largest smile on his face This Christmas was like no other I heard him say Not only had Santa brought him a black and red racing car set But his dream bicycle that he wished to Santa he would get His day still wasn't through Because snow was falling outside the window Which was definitely something new Suddenly he realized saying, " It's snowing outside ." He then disappeared bike and all As he joyfully watched the snow flakes fall I could see how happy he was about Christmas That he wasn't at all ready for the day to end He told me that Santa had really came through And that this Christmas was the best Because he got everything that he wanted to 12/12/2013
Using the snow to make white chocolate, And we cheerfully waltz down a sponge street. As we melt away in the sweet, sugary clouds, I can't wait for our hands to meet! Because you're so sweet, I'll make it bitter, And I use more meringue that usual. A kersch-flavored cherry carriage rolls in, And to the next station, being careful. Wearing the scent of lovely vanilla and with an Xmas ticket, I buy your favorite tart at the Chiffon Cake Street shop. I walk delicately to your home so I don't drop the cake, So please wait for me as I skip on a gumdrop. I stop at the candle fields, Enjoying the bright colors, red, blue, and yellow. I drink a glass of red juice, Tonight is a special night where our love will grow~! I won't take much more time to get to you, I wonder if my cake is okay? Wait, my reindeer is running away! Flying with a red-nose express through the grey. When the snow falls, it's a light acrylic pink, My fingers are colored purple when I touch it. I can't take your call right now, I promise though, When I come, you'll get a big Christmas star tonight! With a sugary frosting, I paint a heart on the tree, Love will be in the air tonight. So wait for me, I have to walk delicately, I won't drop the cake, alright? For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale competition
(12/15/12) As the nation weeps today for the twenty Angels which were taken away We also weep for their families and friends For this pain will never end. Sitting in their classrooms with thoughts And hopes and dreams of the holidays In came a sick person to wipe their dreams away. We will never know what went thru his mind that day To take away innocent lives in such a brutal way. It is true that god has given us free will But why go to a school and these children he kills. Let us not forget the adults also who gave Their lives trying to protect the children On this day -For them also we do pray. Tears fill my eyes and pains fill my heart And their names , ages, or genders We may not know or remember But to them our hearts and love We do surrender. So fly my little cherubs, and take the angels hands For you are going to gods promised land Where there is no suffering, wars or pain And gods love is the what remains. (12/14/12)
Christmas should be a time of joy For every little girl and boy They gather 'round the Christmas tree Little hearts beating eagerly Their eyes closely scan each present Wondering what Santa has sent Some hope they have been good enough And would get their requested stuff Mum picks up each present gently And reads to see whose it might be A little heart leaps at its name And then joyfully makes its claim After presents are given out Then it's time for another bout It's time for presents' unwrapping One can feel excitement growing Tiny one still in diaper Tries to peel off wrapping paper Mum assists the eager beaver Expectation growing stronger Squeals of excitement fill the air From the other kids gathered there Their delight they cannot contain Santa has delivered again Once again thank you Dear Santa Setting little hearts a-flutter Making Christmas a time of joy For every little girl and boy
The child is gone. The tree is here. The village windows lit. Laughter's left. Joy's remiss. Mistletoe brings no kiss. A sad sight, alone at night, not one to bring true cheer. The child is gone. The Christmas tree is here. The village's windows lit. Beneath the tree the gifts are wrapped mere tokens, reflect the tears. The child within, the child without. The scarcity is clear. No amount of Christmas lights can quell the loneliness I feel.
CHRISTMAS BY THE SEA I've spent Christmas in the mountains And in the city with flowing fountains But the best Christmas by far for me Was when I spent Christmas by the sea I looked at the water of azure blue And felt serenity through and through The whisper of the waves upon the shore Sent thoughts of joy to every pore I remembered the times of Christmas past The memories that will always last When we would rise on Christmas morn And read of the day when Christ was born The child who in a manger lay The Christ Child born to show the way To salvation free for you and me These things I ponder here by the sea I raise my hands to God above I thank Him for his boundless love A love so great, He sent His Son We'll live with Him when life is done So if you have an opportunity To spend a Christmas by the sea Listen to the sound of the ceaseless waves And think of the Christ Child who came to save Gaze at the beauty of the ocean blue And feel the love He had for you If you do, perhaps you'll see Why I love Christmas by the sea Curtis Moorman 1 September 2011 Inspired by my 8 year old grandson
Silent night, Holy night, Sleep my child until light. God has sent His angels to you To keep you safe the whole night through. Sleep to my lullaby Sleep to my lullaby. Christmas morn, Christmas morn The Christ Child has been born, To bring the world sweet peace and love, A Christmas gift from God above. Praising God for his birth. Praising God for his birth. Written for Brian Strand's contest.won 8th place
You gaze at me with Child's eyes, yet I wonder At all you have seen Before you came here. I sing you to sleep But I know it's nothing Like the music you knew. The meager bread and milk Does not compare to The glorious feasts you Must have had before. Nothing have I to Offer that was not yours; And when you wrap your Hand around my finger, I'm overwhelmed with humility.
SILVER STAR I have long since lost Hope, because my paths are so endlessly long and aimless, as if sculpted out of my restless spirit in the long nights of reverie. You know, Lord... I used to have my Hope. It was so nice to stand next to the Christmas tree with my mother, and look at its proud top, where our silver star shone, my favorite Hope. To me, a child who never decorated his own tree, it was the biggest Christmas tree in the world, and the brightest star beyond the heavenly dome. Each night before Christmas we would return to the same place with the same desire and faith, until our terrible companions, the long, cold nights have invoked death and stolen my mother. I am motionlessly standing and staring into this dark, cold night, like an avenger yearning for revenge, and a thin woman in rags is passing me by, whispering warm words into a child's frozen ear. The child is looking up with the same gaze like I did when my mother used to show me the silver star, whispering into my frozen ear that someday I shall touch that silver star too, silvering all the orphanages of this dark world. Her warm words are still crossing my mind: "Son, always stand on your toes and look up... and you shall touch your star!" My eyes have long since stopped sparkling and they don't look up. They used to be the big, bright eyes of a child, that shone in the dark, like two young embers that were just set afire, but now... oh, now my eyes are but burnt out embers in the squeezing fist of the cold world. You know, Lord, how much I wanted to stand on my toes and look up, but life always threw me back to my knees. I admit that I haven't been standing on my toes for a long time, but I am not kneeling, either, I am only looking down into the dark reflections of people's characters, and my Hope is once again so far away, as if it's afraid of my faithful squire, which is standing at the bottom of the silky net, not like a flym but like a master of many a fly big and small, because Death has that justified purpose to come for its flies regardless of their size. I am not looking at death like a fugitive, but a penitent man, who wants just another chance. How strange it is, Lord, that even a man abandoned by Hope wants his chance. Yes, Lord, I admit that I would like to stand on my toes once more, below the biggest Christmas tree in the world, and touch our silver star. ©Walter William Safar
Who is that big fat Santa man? I'm not quite sure if I'm a fan, He steals the cookies I leave out. He judges me to cry and pout. He watches me both night and day, Just like that mean old NSA. And does he even pay those elves, Who make the toys and sit on shelves? He's not as jolly as he seems: The mall is filled with children's screams! He pulls them up upon his lap, But they don't buy that "Ho Ho" crap! Why does he hide in the North Pole? Why does he give the naughty coal? And does he give the poor kids toys? They need them most, those girls and boys. Could he not give them food and bread? 'Cause he can give them mine instead. I fear for some he never came, Some kids have never heard his name. Why punish them for not believing? I simply can't find this relieving. If he's amazing like they say, Why doesn't he just make their day? Why does he not show bad kids love? Why not feed poor kids he hears of? Why not show them that he exists, Why not put them on his nice list? 12/27/13 Form: Reverse Trochaic Tetrameter
Christmas, 1997. Little two year old me At Grandma's smelly house, making sugar cookies, When the doorbell rang, long and loud. Who could it be? Its Santa! Big and round, With a fake beard and soft new red suit. The Man, the Myth, the Legend. This 'jolly' man handed me a box, wrapped in shiny green paper with angels on it. But I was more focused on this stranger... A holiday story I have never fully believed, And he was standing right in front of me! Why didn't he come through the fireplace just downstairs? Why didn't I hear the click of reindeer on the shingles above? But little dumbstruck me couldn't squeeze out a single word. Too late! He was gone, Leaving me with my questions and a box full of art supplies.
It's Christmas time again Santa's reindeer ride again Time for folks to shine again In colors of red and green. It's Christmas time again Little kids with hopeful smiles Sit on Santa's lap awhile And wish for toys only dreamed of In their midnight slumber. I have to stop and think sometimes If we had Christmas all the time Would we always be this happy Or would it start to fade. Would the lights still shine as bright Would Santa still seem so right Would we even take the time to Contemplate a virgin birth. So let's keep Christmas in December So we'll always remember The birth of our Savior So gentle, mild and tender. Josette Davis Key 2013
Santa, can you bring me a long forgotten smile? Santa, can you bring me the happiness of a child? Santa, can you just hold my hand and walk with me awhile? Down memory lane we'll wander, while Christmas dreams do rush, Past our empty nested homes, we'll whisper in a hush. Please help me to remember those years of tinsel past, When our homes were filled with happy cheers, We always thought would last. When getting 'wakened early on Christmas morn, Brought them peeking 'round the stairs, And the pitter patter of little feet was something we once shared. Santa, can you make a snowflake fall gently upon my nose? Can you bundle me up so warm, in all my winter clothes? Can you take me sledding down the hill at North Side park? Santa, can you please bring back just a tiny Christmas spark? Can we unwrap some laughter and some extra fuzzy hugs? I'll help you warm the cocoa in some extra jumbo mugs! If you could help me bring back some forgotten memories I made a promise to the Christ child I'd drop down to my knees. I'll say a prayer for Christmas peace and lend a helping hand, And ride around the globe with you tonight with a message for this land. Cherish each day as it happens, put anger and sadness aside, with the Christ child in the manger, is where happiness resides. Santa, I want to say thank-you for bringing me Christmas cheer. Jesus, I want to say thank-you for calming all my fears.
The greatest Christmas present came down from far away, Was laid there in a manger upon a bed of hay. Not wrapped with fancy ribbons, in paper or in bows, But with some strips of linen that they call swaddling clothes. There weren't a lot of people to see it on that night, And it wasn't that unusual, but such a simple sight. You see, it was a baby, born there in Bethlehem, With nowhere else to lay it—the blessed Son of Men. The parents were not wealthy, just plain in every way, But oh, the child that lay there upon that bed of hay! This child had come from heaven through special virgin birth, Had come to save His people here in this sinful earth. Some shepherds heard the message from angels in the sky Who sang in a great chorus of this child from on high. If you could just imagine the home this child had lived Before He left His Father, this present now to give, You'd wonder why He did it, why such a sacrifice, To come to save lost sinners, on Calvary give His life, Would you say as I now do it: "This is a present great, I think I will now open this present and not wait"? For look beyond that manger; a tree there now you'll see, Not decorated fancy, but placed on Calvary, Its branches hold His arms there, its frame is soaked with red; The blood flowed from His body as there He hung and bled. Yes, the greatest Christmas present was God's eternal love Wrapped in this precious body that came down from above. He took the wrath and anguish that we deserve today, The hell we should have gone to to suffer there for aye. And all because He loved us! My, what a present there! The GREATEST Christmas present with you I gladly share. Will you come now receiving this gift so great and free That God sent down that morning from heaven for you and me? Will you trust His forgiveness from all your sin and shame? Oh, open now this present! And call upon His name!
[Giving Birth on Christmas Eve.] Holy Cow! Ouch! It's starting . . . Look out, here it comes. I'm not due yet. Don't panic . . . Allow yourself time to think. You gotta get up Honey. Put those bikes Together. We're having Christmas now. Easy, there's plenty of time. Anyway, it's only one day early. Ready? Let's get the kids up, Santa's on his way! Ouch! Get up kids, it's Christmas! Find your presents under the tree. Just what you wanted, right? Oh, yes . . . Yes, let's go, you're going to Grandma's.
On a far away hill a glorious star shone so bright As shepherds watched their flocks at night An Angel of the Lord came down And the glory of the Lord shone around The Angel had no gold or diamond under his sleeve Nor scented beautiful roses to give He came to herald the gospel story With many angels appearing in a heavenly glory Gloria! Gloria!! The hosts of angels cry We bring you good tidings of joy from on high To you this day in the city of David a child is given To crown the earth with joy and the love of heaven When all hearts is filled And the songs of Angels are stilled When the star in the sky is gone And Christmas begins at dawn A voice was heard in the sky A glorious voice was heard from on high Shepherds heard a voice and found a Lamb They found a savior, they found the I Am The Poet Preacher © 2013 Then the Shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them. Luke 2:20
Why did I take this job - playing Santa Claus? I am so uptight from kids' thunderous jaws. "I want this - I want that." They call me a fraud. They have yanked at my hat; my beard they have clawed. As one Santa to another, hear me out Let me sit on your lap awhile and just spout. Greed has tricked us all with the goal to defraud. I've thanks for a gift that we all can applaud. I have lists of my own, my grasping at straws. But this weekend's sad news makes me stop to pause and thank God for the gift of life He supplies. I wish for patience to see kids with His eyes. written 12/15/2012
On that first Christmas morn When the Christ child was born We celebrate his birth And worship and praise And thank god for sending his son to save On that first Christmas The beautiful star shined In the early morn The day Christ was born What a beautiful morn What a wonderful day The day Christ came On that first Christmas morn When the Christ child was born Oh Holy Night A vision of delight A lonely star did shine To make that Holy Night bright Copyright 2010 - Betty L. Hobbs
The wind was blowing snow, deep freeze cold Christmas shoppers were going from store to store It was Christmas time in the city A little orphan girl in rags and cold Watching a Salvation Army Lady in front of a store Dressed in red, ringing a bell for the city The little orphan girl would not have anything for Christmas But a memory of the ringing bell The child begged all day long for something to eat Wondering what the rich people did for Christmas In her rags and hand me downs, smelling the Christmas smell She was just a lonely hungry child of the street Like a strong magnet, the bell;s sound The little girl, it kept pulling her near She dreamed of a warm home and family A nice warm bed instead of the cold ground With each ring of the bell is all she wanted to hear A dream, turkey, gravy and a Christmas tree Darkness fell on the frozen Christmas air The little girl, the Salvation Lady and the bell People were in a mad rush to get home, it was Christmas time Then a moment of silence, they all said a prayer And then back to the bell ringing chime The little girl said, "Lady, I have one dime, will that ring the Salvation Bell"
At the North Pole, Santa does live Watches you all year around Santa makes his list, checks it twice Wonder how many good kids he found The elves make the toys In Santa's workshop for you They grab a cookie or two When Mrs. Clause walks through All the reigndeer, including Rudolph play their games like you Start to get real antsy When Christmas gets close, too. Santa fills his sleigh With goodies, toys, and more Delivers all over the world Just like he's done for years before So before you go to bed Put those cookies out for Santa, too He has a smile on his face Knowing they were made by you Don't ever let people tell you There is no such Santa Because every Christmas, many gifts Waiting to be open, by you know who © Melanie . All rights reserved, 5 days ago
Christmas is the time of year For all the wonderful joy and cheer. Buying gifts can be hard So that's why I just give them a card. But presents are all kids think about If kids didn't receive what they want they will pout. We all need to understand Something wonderful that happened in a different land. A long time ago in the Middle East, Where people made their bread without yeast, Our little Savior was born In the very early morn. You see Christmas isn't all about a toy, It's about the birth of a baby boy. I wish we could all go back in time And punish whoever created poems that rhyme. But also to see this amazing happening That could leave everyone baffling. All this rhyming is very tiring And I hope this poem was very inspiring. Did it give Christmas' true meaning to you I hope so because once Christmas is over you've got some cleaning to do!
This miserable old fat man should step down and bow out As he forgot what image he represents Throw him out in the waste can As his attitude is not what it's all about. When representing The jolly old man and the love and compassion he shares. It takes an open mind and tender heart. As Santa has a loving and kind reputation. Children wait all year long to sit in his chair. No child should ever be shunned or rejected Especially by people thought to have authority . Which Santa is someone kids look up to. A moment of his time and smile in expected by all wanting to believe in his legend and story . Santa himself has reindeer for his pets. He loves and enjoys all living things He does not judge from public opinions. or jump to conclusions and have regrets. As we know from the song the kids sing. So if you plan to sit on the Holiday throne Then think of the children you are going to greet They have wide eyes and high hopes and trust They are all different and may be alone but want to be accepted by people they meet.
ding- dong -ding-dong- ding jingle bells as people flourish the streets looking for what ...presents, as a child sees Christmas they see what they will get, an adult sees Christmas as a time to belittle over worked merchants, we wish you a marry Christmas rings out from sound tracks at the mall, bitter no good grenches take this time to watch the poor crawl, ever see a spoiled child smile with joy? ba rump bum bum,bum ever see a single mother scrape to by her kids just one toy? ba rumb bum-bum-bum oh silent night where have you gone, this holy night what have you become, this is what I got this is how in debt I now am, bills forgotten to sooth your rotten and lets not forget the ham, a night when a poor woman gave birth to her baby-Christ , we celebrate with a grand feast to stuff our face in his name-nice, walking in a winter wonder land is where the true meaning is, a time when a family sits and counts their blessings and holds their kids, we wish you a marry Christmas we wish you any thing this working over time doing what ever it takes for ...a gift? oh come all thee faithful think about it to be here together we should all be greatful, thank you for what you gave me- CD's, DVD's ,I-POD,MP3's none of it was at his table, but this is what we've done taking this holiday and turning it into- what we've become, more then we can handle, more then our means, because more is better then some, it's love that makes the children, it's love that sets the tone in our lives it's love- you can have , are give all you want it's done out of love you want to do it out of love- my Christmas is the love in my kids eyes, the smile on my wifes face, they are my every Christmas gifts and at that moment there is no other place.

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Oklahoma Borderline LyricsArtist: Vince GillAnd I got holes in both my shoes Baby's put me on the street She says "I'm through with you" She thinks I'm gonna miss her Someone tell her that she's wrong I'm goin' back to Oklahoma, boys 'Cause that's where I belong Chorus: I need one good ride I'll be satisfied Come on Oklahoma borderline If we roll all night She'll be comin' into sight Come on Oklahoma borderline Well now I don't need no Texas girl Doggin' me around I may be a Okie, son But I've still been to town Well those Oklahoma city girls They always treat you right Well tell mama that I'm comin' home (not sure of this line...) And I'm leavin' out tonight Chorus So with two bucks in my pocket And my thumb stuck in the wind When I cross Red River, boys I won't be back again Give me old back roads and truck stops And 18 wheels that whine And some good ol' boy to take me To that Oklahoma line Chorus I caught one good ride She's comin' into sight Hello Oklahoma borderline
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Below is the poem entitled Awful which was written by poet Allié-Marie Smith. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Sometimes I listen To a rock band In my room I am very sad Bad poetry? Oh noetry!


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Anne-Marie Richmond, PA
#8 Doctors Park, Gibson City, IL 60936
Anne-Marie Richmond is a Certified Physician Assistant holding a Master's degree. Anne-Marie specializes in Adult Internal Medicine and Pediatrics. She treats patients of all ages, from newborn through geriatrics. Anne-Marie offers preventive care, such as physicals, to all age groups as well as treatment of chronic diseasesincluding diabetes and hypertension.
Anne-Marie Richmond treat patients out of the #8 Doctors Park in Gibson City
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