I do not know?
It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?
Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through
It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.
What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.
Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.
When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!
But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby
GOD: the goodness of determination,
a standard for better living creation.
to differentiate a civil or wild nation,
for smoothness a better flow no tension,
only patience, belief, trust asks to confirm.
The three kings follow Good News, gold light
Jesus Christ is born bringing True Love.
I do not know?
tall gorgeous lighted christmas trees
elegant crystal ornaments big enough for all to see
shiny red santa, bows of silk, golden tinsel and silver bells
bright stars, mistletoe and tree toppers, all of this sells
leather purses, fluffy white sweaters, mittens and jewelry sets
perfume, scarves and trinket boxes, but everyone forgets
dolls, toy cars, puzzles and bikes
everything a child wants and likes
tools, stereos, radios and grills
shoes, wallets OH! what thrills
we get what we ask for and then some more
but lets not forget what christmas stands for
tall gorgeous lighted beams of light
elegant, singing angels oh what a sight
shining stars on a cold winters night
bundled up in his mothers arms safely
had you remembered any of this lately?
our lord was born on this day
that is why we celebrate and pray
Merry Christmas to all and lets remember....
Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather
Day by day we perceive the blesssings of the Lord,
The snowy day that reminds us about the blessings of warmth and friendship,
Friendship that is distant and always remembered,
Miracles that are difficult to define,
A church and portals that you used to visit,
Structures beautiful, unique and powerful,
Hymns sung and bible verses read,
Choirs where the bells ring and the songs are sung,
Ministers preaching the wisdom of God,
Relatives forever loved and protected by the Lord,
Blessed reunions and visits redefined,
Talents shared and appreciated,
The Lord's poet blessed by God's friendship,
Athletic strength as a senior guided by God,
Royalty sacred and divine, a blessing to mankind.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
I cannot believe what I see before my eyes,
speechless as I read...
too familiar is this scene,
repeating once again, surreal as if I'm back in time...
I once was near when the unthinkable happened,
Columbine, flowering youths cut down in teen prime.
I watched in horror as two souls entered, repeated over and over
the media; what a circus, as stories began to break...
I witnessed in my own back yard, as innocent lives vanished
'Why? What is the purpose, I did not know', I wept for each and every soul. And cried aloud "How can you be?"
trying to avoid the repetitive media, over and over again...
a christian channel offered me hope, and asked one simple thing.
Fall to my knees, and ask HIM into my life, to do with what he will,
surrender to his Grace and Mercy,
My life changed that day, so many years ago Columbine Columbine....
we thought you were the last.
As many of my peers in education stood, in terror, disbelief and anger of having no control. "Why? What is the purpose?" our innocent's, so young, so sweet, so worshiped by their families, so unforgivable this one unthinkable act .
One woman weeping, I ask if she's alright...
She looked at me and said, Someone's Christmas present is underneath a tree; it won't be opened on Christmas eve.
Another walked up, and clobbered my arm..."What the hell is going on?"
It's alright, if its what they need to do. God saved me, and humbled me...oh Columbine why? I can not say, nor will I try, for only God knows the master plan.
But like with me that somber day, back in Columbine. I pray that someone far from God, was softened just enough...
to fall to their knees and ask "God Please"
enter my life tonight....
Let an awakening occur...one united universal voice ring out.
No more bloodshed, no more death. Our children our the innocents and our future in them rests...
To utter the words "I'm sorry" or "you're in my prayers' seems so hollow right now. By faith alone, I can only say...let the heavens open and radiant light shine down, on the simple all American place called Newtown..
out in the pasture sits a church
homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt
given to Mother so it stops her hurt
decorated each Christmas for what's its worth
as Mother lays down the cotton skirt
out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt
next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt
holding their swords that really can hurt
strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt
frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks
Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts
for all her effort and time even when she hurts
as mother kneels in front of her church
she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth
comes in from the cold and winters bursts
gathers the children as they all look at her work
and tells us the story of a Christmas birth
as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt
of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth
as we wiped our tears with our night shirts
I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst
and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt
Tribute To Nativity Scenes
Merry Xmas All
Love Kathy And Jenny
When the eye gets rich and famous and receives his next million dollars charlax
the third will remove all the ads from the internet eye will pay everyone not to
advertise them before Christmas time or after Christmas time begins. When
commercials are done they will forget Santa's clause at the end. There will be
more patriotic ads Just imagine a moonlight nite fit for a ride on a horsey. The
axe deodorant can is sitting in the window of the tower. One if by land two if by the
sea and instead of two lanterns burning to warn people the boats was coming
Paul Revere rode to a midnite rendezvous with two minions and flirts spraying
his axe around them quite gleefully having the fun of his lifetime yearning for his
freedom. The axe people take note the tri-cornered hat could be tri-colored at that
and the oversize axe can says PR on the label please get the idea on the table
and let Santa go home until Christmas come we need no axe can with SC on the
label let Santa alone until Dec 23 and then let him sleep on Dec 26 at his home
the North Pole.