The old man had always had an unnatural fondness
for the animal but could never seem to bond with human easily,
with the exception of a special, dear grandmother. His mind
wandered back to his childhood, the Christmas eve of 1958 about
a special chore that he was required to do of his parents…….
To be or not to be
One two three,
Five more to go…
The eight year old counted the puppies his female Border collie
had given birth to only three days earlier. The words of his parents
echoed in his ears, “We can’t have so many dogs around the house,
we can’t feed them all. You will have to dispose of them,
she is your dog, your responsibility.” The lad wiped the tears from
his eyes, as he prepared reluctantly to smash another head against
a large stone which he had selected. “Smash!” not a whimper.
He had become proficient at this chore.
To be or not to be
One two three four,
four more to go.
The remaining puppies snuggled together for warmth in the cold
December breeze. I can’t do this his conscience screamed as his
young mind reasoned, “You have to, mom said, and dad will be home
in the evening. You will get a licking such as you have never gotten before.” “Smash!” not a whimper. The blood trickled down his finger tips.
To be or not to be,
One, two, three, four, five,
Three more to go, He looked at the huge stone, “The killing stone” he
thought as he prepared to finish all three of the remaining puppies
in one swift moment if possible. “Smash! Smash! Smash!” It was over
he gave a sigh of relief as he gathered the tiny, still bodies into a small
shoe box that was to be the coffin of burial. He quickly buried the box
with the puppies’ corpses inside. He knew this was one chore on Christmas
eve day that would haunt him for many days perhaps years to come.
In Honor of Carol Brown
Christmas time all smiles and cheer….
Is what it supposed to be this time of year….
I know some would say "It is" and will happily agree,
But I’m sure some feels like me….
That Christmas just isn’t what it used to be….
All I seem to hear is what you get me!!!
It’s like the spirit just left!! Taking all its glorious wonders
Leaving us with nothing but some presents and a tree….
Now where’s the joy in that u tell me???
There were things of mine in the drawers that could be thrown out,
But I kept gravitating to the things that were his.
His Public School 45 autograph book. It was red, white, and blue leatherette with
Inside was his hand, writing the names of favorite teachers,
And the dreams of the future you have when you are 13.
His father, an old world German who never shared himself,
left ink blotches of emotion under his hand.
In another drawer, the fancy leather passport wallet complete with passport and
He was 16.
I don’t remember him talking about anything else with the same twinkle in his
As he did about the 6 months he spent in Germany.
Here is a poem written to him on his 40th birthday,
by his best friend in the world.
The gift made so much better because it was so unlike this IBM Executive
to write personal poetry full of memories.
There was an untouched underwear drawer.
Cards of love and joy that I had given to him over many years.
A collection of Christmas wallets.
A yo-yo. Gift from a child with nothing else to give.
Old prescription glasses. Why do we keep those? Pocket knives, hankies.
A sweater and socks I knitted for him,
Always said they were too good to wear.
I store them still.
Every drawer I opened, every cupboard, every box stored away throughout the
whole house had something of his tucked away within.
A stray bullet or black powder ball. A toothpick holder.
A cork screw. A flint, patches, pictures of his ‘49 Olds, a comb, a watch, pocket
~ Maybe if I go clean someplace safe like the fridge.
And there was the bottle of Zeller Schwartz Katz wine
bought for the coming Christmas season of entertaining.
This is foolishness, hanging on.
In spite of saving all this stuff
the hole in me is still there. ...
But I just could not throw him away.
The fog rolls in surrounding me,
My hand before me, I barely see.
A heaviness as moisture clings to the air,
Ghost like shadows from trees that are bare.
I walk forward I don’t want to look back,
I grab a new card from off of the stack.
I think of it like turning over a new leaf,
I take a deep breath and hope for relief.
I turn the corner there are lights shining bright.
Blue lights resonate and glow in the night.
A Christmas tree lit, entirely in blue,
Like a beacon in the fog it shines right through.
The Christmas tree lights shine much like my hope,
I try to break free with some slack in the rope.
They bring a smile and fill me with content,
As the fog thickens the lights don’t relent.
They seem to glow within the fog,
I lose my bearing as I trip on a log.
I feel like a ghost upon a canvas of white,
It all disappears within the confines of night.
I hear a bell from a church on the hill,
Its haunting sound from what was still.
It seems to call to me to just forge on.
All of a sudden the ringing is gone.
I stand in darkness just me and the fog,
Something awakens, memories it jogs.
I think of my journey and all I’ve been through,
What has been done and what’s left to do.
It hasn’t been easy though it’s not bad.
I have fond memories of great times I’ve had.
Still something’s missing as I look for the door,
I know it can’t be like it was once before.
The winds picks up, adds a chill to the air.
It awakens my senses so I really don’t care.
I stand at the threshold to the future and past.
I will simply step outside, the shadows it casts.
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
As I hang the shining “Star of Bethlehem” atop my Christmas tree
I recall with joy, the greatest miracle there was to be
Two thousand years have passed since; yet, truth still holds
And for me it is not some old folklore; or some legend of old
There is a mighty king who willingly gave up his crown
Donning mortality, he, "love unconditional", came down
Pure love, accompanied by a peace, meant for every man
His words and example were the seeds to plant.
I still believe in miracles even when others can’t digest
I wish for a miracle today in the deafening halls of Congress
That by some magic, they could walk in the peoples’ shoes
Feel the alarming fear of young and old; and I pray they’d choose-
Peace for troubled hearts and all
Relief for hurting people with backs against the wall
Note: For "Your Christmas Miracle" Contest Sponsored by Carolyn
Walking under a burning sun
Listening evocative Christmas songs
Sweat furrows my motionless visage
Snow calmly is falling down
Alive drops dissolve my thoughts
A fresh breath gently stirs
Walking straightaway still alone
Looking for a friendly crucial turn
Nobody matching my broken mind
What's hot? What's cold?
Deep down somebody is already here
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
As I write from far away
I Struggle to keep my thoughts and feelings at bay
My words drop on my paper in awe, arrah!
My nostalgia races through my mind in disarray.
There is nothing quite like the coming of Christmas
The melodies, decorations, and hyped spirits make me feel Christmassy
There is nothing quite excellent like the Christmas season
When we all honour and celebrate for a great reason.
We commemorate our Saviour’s birth
Whose life on earth was a myth
We praise God’s name in glorious prayer
And show Mary, the mother, how much we revere her.
As the time draws nearer
And the end of the year comes closer
We embark on a shopping spree;
Shop around for spectrums of items and never miss a Christmas tree.
I’m far away from home
It feels like I’m alone in a dome
Emasculated of my family’s love and care
But I’m consoled by the memories of times we shared.
Though my thoughts and emotions are no more depressing
The creepy weather brings cold feeling and moaning
But my hope in the peace, love and sweet tidings the season will bring
Makes every cold feeling and moaning endearing.
I look forward to eating my friend’s nice-looking mince pies
My ears itch for the chitchats with my angelic niece, an incredible magpie
I look forward to seeing on Christmas day little girls and boys
Brimming with candid smiles as they move around with their Christmas toys.
What If… Christmas Never Came???
What if Christmas never happened?
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different!
It wouldn’t be the same!
What if the baby Jesus was
never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble!
We’d all be in danger!
If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.
There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display
this during our “festivity.”
It’s almost like this now!
It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
“Christ out of Christmas!”
Why does it seem like Christmas is
losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,”
seem to be quickly disappearing!
Many say; “Happy Holiday.”
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….
We need to put Jesus Christ back into
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!
HE is the very reason!
May we all take some time to
rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!
From the corners of the earth!
Let’s not take Christ out
of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now!
All over this great nation!
May we bring to him a heart of love
for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.
God’s precious son!
May we continually offer to him
a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…
But all of our days!
By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11
The True Meaning of Christmas!
During this Christmas,
let’s celebrate Christ’ birth.
It was for all of us that he
came down to earth.
As we think about Bethlehem
and the baby boy…
We shout glad tidings to all!
And peace and joy!
This young child was to one day
touch all of mankind.
His message of salvation…
Today… You can find!
As we celebrate and fill up
with holiday cheer…
This same Jesus is alive today…
And is always here!
Though 2000 years ago,
he was born in a manger...
You can know him NOW! He doesn’t
have to be a “stranger.”
Won’t you spend some time and reflect
on Christmas’ true meaning?
It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus
that you need to be leaning!
The good news of Christmas can
certainly be found…
Across this nation.
Every city… And town!
This same Christ can bring peace
to your life today!
He loves you much more than words can say!
May HIS love bring peace and healing
to your weary soul…
It’s only in him, that you can be
complete and whole!!!
By Jim Pemberton