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THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS

Sparkling snowflakes were falling around Making a thick blanket on the ground The lights on the Christmas trees Twinkling brightly in the breeze Carol singers sang a Christmas song People around joined in the throng Their lanterns casting a golden glow Their shadows dancing in the snow Two excited children were ready for bed Having left food for the reindeer's and Santa to be fed They’d left their stocking by the tree Their eager eyes sparkled with glee Hoping the stockings would be filled with gifts and toys They put in their letter they’d been good girls and boys Tommy had asked Santa for a shiny new bike The red one in the shop was the one he would like Ella asked for a new doll and a pram that was white The thought of it made her eyes shine with delight They sleepily climbed the stairs to their room Through the curtains they saw the light of the moon Soon they both were fast asleep They slept so soundly there was not a peep In the morning they bounced out of bed Wondering if Santa and the reindeer's had been fed Bits of straw and carrot peel lay on the hall floor Their mouths dropped open in wonder and awe The living room door was slightly ajar Santa has visited on his trip from afar Their stockings bulged with gifts and toys Santa had kept his promise to these good girls and boys 11~23~14 Contest: Children’s Christmas or Holiday Contest Sponsor Carol Eastman ~awarded 1st place~


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THE HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST

/\ *** ***** ******** ************ ************** *************** ***************** ******************* Faces bright with anticipation Awaiting Christmas illumination Dad turned the switch on at the wall The Christmas lights twinkled in the hall The children gasped at the wondrous sight Smiling faces beamed with rapturous delight A magical moment for us all to see Dad switching on the Christmas tree ******************** ********************** l l l l \___/ 12~02~14 Contest: The Hush of Christmas Past Sponsor: Mystic Rose ~awarded 6th place in screwed contest~


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EMPTY CHAIR 2015

This year we will remember Happier times in past months of December This year we will certainly see A massive void where you used to be This year we will sit and stare At that forlorn and empty chair This year we will sit and reminisce You are not here for us to hug and kiss This year we will definitely see No gift for you under the Christmas tree This year we will shed a tear For dad as you are no longer here This year we will raise a toast To our dad who we loved the most This year will be so difficult for us all It was the year the Lord did my father call 01~07~15


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Our Christmas Eve Dinner

'Twas our Christmas Eve dinner; we all had sat down at the table to eat. Grandma couldn’t be found! We children were fussing; Dad rose to his feet. shouting, “Where are you, Ma? We’re ready to eat!” When from the next room we heard such a noise Jenny squealed, “Santa Claus must have brought toys!” We then heard a sound like a whimpering pup saying, “Help. I’ve fallen and cannot get up.” Grandpa jumped up and then rushed to the door that led to the bathroom. There on the floor lay our poor grandma, eyes widened in fear, looking like she’d got run over by reindeer! The dresser had fallen. It had her pinned down. Grandma was wildly flailing around. More swiftly than Rudolph, we did all we were able. We unpinned her. Then Mom yelled, “Back to the table!” Back to the dining room all we kids came As our mom started to call us by name. “Davy, Mel, Jenny, Angie, Marie. . . Get back here now. I’m counting to three!” Like animals not having eaten all day, stuck in a cage without getting their way, we sat at that table our bellies all growling, and Davy, the baby, by now was howling. And then finally what did appear? Dad with our grandpa and grandma so dear! Supported by both our grandpa and dad, Grandma was flushed and looking quite bad. She was dressed in a housecoat trimmed in white lace and a big purple bruise had now formed on her face. Mom pulled out a chair helping Grandma to sit, and then our dad bellowed, “OK, have at it!” Our mouths how they watered to see the large ham. “And that isn’t all,” said Mom, “I made lamb!” Her small pretty mouth was turned up in a grin, “The food’s getting cold now. Children, dig in.” Our dad how he laughed as he poured lots of gravy onto his potatoes and kidded with Davy. And Grandma sat smiling despite her great fall while Grandpa gulped spiked nog, not talking at all. With eyes that seemed bigger than my own belly, I dished out big spoonfuls of cranberry jelly. Mom winked and I knew I had nothing to dread. Her pleasure was in us all being well fed. I went straight to work at stuffing my face when suddenly Mom said, “We didn’t say grace!” We closed our eyes listening to our dad’s prayer. I peeked but was met by my mom’s warning stare! Dad finished the prayer with a hearty Amen. Then we were all grabbing Mom’s fixings again. When the food had all vanished and our stomachs hurt, we heard Dad exclaim, “So what’s for dessert?” For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman


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What's up with Santa

What's up with Santa


Chimneys not swept Santa isn't happy
He is sick of the soot making him snappy

Families have lost the one thing that gives a room soul
A roaring fire of wood or coal

Toasting your toes as well as the bread
Held in front of the coals which are glowing red

Back to Santa who is beginning to stumble
No longer mince pies, sometimes fruit crumble

The tot of whisky has become a shot and Fanta
The reindeers are fed up, with a drunk Santa.

Talking of striking which isn't pleasant
A Xmas morn without any presents

All because Santa can't say no to the offings
Quaffing the goodies that are left out for him

So come you Mam's and Dad this is the test
Chimneys clean a mince pie and tot is best

Children will wake up to a happy morn
Celebrate the day a baby boy was born.

Reindeers will be happy too, that's nice
So will the elves and the live in mice

Happy Xmas Santa, once more you have survived
Delivered the parcels and kept tradition alive

Left me a sackful that's kind of lumpy
Opened to find a red eyed Santa that's grumpy

So night night Santa time for a snooze
Remember next year to keep off the booze


Penned 22 November 2014





















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Christmas Eve of Old

In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music of a Midnight Clear
With reverent voices, in joyful mode
A sacred song of long ago
A velvet night while stars appear
Old carols sung on captured ear
Around a piano, where candles glow
Outside the air, with breath of snow
A fireside, where flames enchant
Old memories, from lips recant
'Neath mistletoe, two lovers kiss
A soul renewed, a spirit lifts
Some lift their glass to make a toast
While others sing of Heavenly Host
Beneath a tree, the children guess
Then off to bed, with kisses blessed
In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music about a Midnight Clear


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Tenacity and Audacity

Tenacity and Audacity

When day does start then has been through
What will it be that most men must do
To make sure his marriage becomes complete
So she thinks everything is oh, so sweet.

Each morning he does dust mop floor
See Seattle Seahawks game and the score
And back to man cave he will flitter
After cleaning up all of the cat liter.

Brings Christmas decorations down each stair
And every time as they will look out there
People at all of it have gazed and gazed
Each one of them ended up truly amazed.

His daily duties are complete and all done
And now realizes he is the only one
Who found this to be within his capacity
Thoroughly with audacity and much tenacity.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran


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Christmas Dinner

A Christmas dinner that can’t be beat
Here is the menu of what we’ll eat

Mashed potatoes whipped smooth and fluffy
Green bean casserole; nice and crunchy

Pickles and olives on a perfect relish tray
Cranberry delight that’s been chilling all day

Sweet potatoes such tasty treats
Hot rolls steaming both white and wheat

Homemade honey butter and strawberry jam
A gorgeous honey glazed Christmas ham

Turkey and noodles are piping hot
A fuzzy naval salad; I almost forgot 

A slow roasted turkey golden brown
And broccoli rice casserole; pass it around
 
For dessert we’ve a variety of tasty treats
Tons of scrumptious goodies to eat

Chocolate chip cookies and brownies so sweet
Four kinds of pies including minced meat

It’s all there so fill up your plate
I’m getting mine, I can hardly wait


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Coffee at Christmas with Joyce

It was at Christmas time that she invited me to her home
This wonderful Northwest lady that I feel I’ve always known
 
Her coffee pot was brewing as I entered her living room
To find her tree adorned with an angel who had died too soon
 
Little Joycie was but a child when God called her back to him
As we shared a cup, tales of our past and future were woven
 
A grandmother with a gift for words reached out and touched my heart
I brought a hand-made Christmas stocking, hoping joy to impart
 
A special connection I made with this talented poet
To be able to call her a friend, I am blessed and I know it



Written by Carolyn Devonshire and Dedicated to Super Souper Joyce Johnson
For Michael's "First words over coffee" contest



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Christmas Castaways

Christmas Castaways

My good friend Jerry’s unemployment had run out
I feared print journalism’s future was in doubt

But while we commiserated on Christmas Eve
A disheartening report was broadcast on TV

Local law enforcement had been busy that day
People found living in the woods had been cast away

These homeless families had set up tents on state land
And police had ordered these squatters to disband

How heartless it seemed that these souls should be tossed out
Poor folks who had nothing and learned to do without

We shut off the TV, couldn’t take it anymore
And headed for a café with joyful décor

Just twenty degrees as we drove down the highway
Where a sight neath a bridge caused far more dismay

A couple and their small child huddled together
Trying hard to stay warm in cold winter weather

Sad images of Bethlehem flashed through my mind
With no room at the inn for the savior of mankind

I looked at my friend and he returned my glance
We both felt this family needed a second chance

“Pull over,” he murmured, “we can’t just leave them here
These folks deserve to share in our holiday cheer”

So money that could have bought steak dinners for two
We used to buy hamburgers for our five-member crew

Some cash left over for a room at Motel Six
Not a real solution – a temporary fix

We returned Christmas Day; our church would take them in
But they had checked out; it was half past eleven

For long I’ve wondered what happened to this family
And what each Christmas holds for those who are needy 



*Recollection of Christmas, 2007, when the economy started to fail.


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All I Want for Christmas

For Christmas I dream that it often seems
It was merely a dream for Christmas I dream

For Christmas I dream it is often alright
The demons sleep fast on Christmas Eve night

For Christmas it seems that I often dream lies
For Christmas I dream you have heeded my cries

Often for Christmas I dream it shall be
You are home for Christmas; you are home here with me… 

By: Tim Ryerson
Written on 12/16/2013
For Deb’s contest


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Naughty Kitties In A Silver Tree

Came home just the other day
Caught my kitties well at play

Cats like to climb up trees it's true
They have the Christmas spirit too!

But not my lovely Christmas tree!
They looked as innocent as can be

With ornaments hanging off his nose
One came out smelling like a rose

For his little sister was worse than that
She was a silver garland-wrapped cat!

Oh they had such fun 'til I came home
Their saucer eyes so brightly shone

I couldn't stay mad for very long
Soon was singing a different song

Found the camera and flashed some shots
Cleaning up all the messy spots

Re-hung the ornaments on the tree
Again it was lovely as could be!


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A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story

He looks at the cards hung over the fire
Suspended in air by the finest of wire
One from his wife, his children and friends
Christmas he loves and he’s sad when it ends

Ceilings are decked with the seasonal trim
The tree is all set, baubled to the brim
Presents are wrapped, all ready to give
It’s that time of year he loves to relive

He sits by the tree and a fire lit ball
The image reflects of the babe in the stall
A donkey is there, the parents look on
Surrounded by shepherds and kings in a throng

He see’s the whole story, slowly unfold
As each in their turn, gives baby a hold
And the great star above shines brightly and new
And the world is at peace for a moment or two

He then see’s the past when his children were young
The house full of laughter and carols were sung
When visitors called for a glass of best sherry
Good cheer was abroad and everyone merry

Now the children have grown and live far away
No more with new toys will he see them play
His wife had passed on, a long time before
Each year that passes, he misses her more

Then the ball on the tree shows him all alone
In the house that was once his family’s home
Rolls a tear from his eye, drips from his chin
Does somebody, somewhere, still think of him?

He leans back in his chair and his eye catches sight
Of the cards he hangs there each Christmas night
Suspended in air by the finest of wire
He looks at the old cards hung over the fire

A knock at the door brings him back to life
He answers and finds it’s the ghost of his wife
“They’re not coming to you, so we’ll go to them”
It’s our turn to travel to Bethlehem”

From my place on the tree, the room I survey
Though he’s still sitting there, he’s on his way
To watch over those he loves above all
But, he’ll never forget what he saw in this ball.


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Widow Christmas - Get Low

Began in September
(Watching it grow)

A smoldering ember
(Black-orange glow)

October, November
(Can’t let them know)

Half past thru December
(Hope it won’t show)

Don’t think I remember
(Feeling so low)


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WONDERING ABOUT SANTA


It’s the night before Christmas, still I am annoyed Visions of North Pole, now crumpled and foiled While youngsters prepare for deer bells to ring Above moon-filled sky, voices caroling. Fireplace adorned with trimmings on Yule rug Awaiting Ole Claus to sneak by... humbug! Wishes for red bike never came last year My card he ignored, did it disappear? Now,I wonder if you really exist My eyes smolder as I’m not on the list; Even Mama dances by the flames so proud Repeating your name like a tune, aloud. “Dear Santa, I doubt the speed of your ride How can you bring presents in hours, worldwide My, is this St. Nick a fantasy’s weave?” Then note falls,“like love, you have to believe!” In a dash, my bike turns up to my delight, Jingles fade out, “Ho, ho, ho; bless this night! Jerry T Curtis' What Up With Santa by nette onclaud 11/29/2014


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Christmas Bliss

I cherish the Christmas time of the year.
People are in the streets grinning ear to ear.

Children faces light up with joy.
Pondering on their favorite toy.

This the season we remember to give and share.
It is a way to let others know we really care.

We are told wise men came to a manger to seek
Later wise men would hear this child speak.

If I had but one Christmas wish,
It would be for you to know a Christmas bliss.

Edward J Ebbs - Christmas 2003


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The First King Size Bed

The first king size bed was fashioned nearly two thousand years ago,
Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, manufacturers we all know.

There was no pillow-top mattress made by Sealy or Simmons for the bed,
Nor a chenille bedspread or foam pillows upon which to rest His head.

The bed was not located in a cozy Hampton Inn or Embassy Suites,
But in a lowly stable with a bed of straw sans snowy-white sheets.

The first King size bed was a simple manger for a royal destined to rule!
A King of Kings was born whose birthday we celebrate this joyous Yule!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved


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The Best Gifts

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



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Under the Christmas Tree

Under the festive Christmas tree
Down there we lie, just you and me

The lights have dimmed, but candles blaze
In tranquil night, my arm you graze

I lie still in this quiet night
Passion shines there, in your eyes bright

Your lips, they warm me with a smile
You let it nestle for a while

The colored lights on our tree blink
How do they know, I'm on the brink?

And then you love me, sweet delight
All else just blurs away from sight

No one to witness this exchange
As your hands play emotion's range

The fire gives that added glow
I am adored, and this I know

This Christmas, love has been reborn
As new vows by our lips are sworn

You touch my hair and plant a kiss
Under the tree, I taste sheer bliss

Eileen Manassian


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The Reason for the Season

When did Christ get pushed aside
for a fat man and reindeer on a midnight ride?

I'm sure if Jesus had his way
he'd change his birthday to a different day.

Competition's too tough on Christmas day
when it's all about Santa and what's on his sleigh.

There's no room to park at the mall.
Is this why Christ died for us all?

So we could buy bigger, better toys
to fill our hearts with Christmas joys.

Do the little ones even know the reason
for this Christmas holiday season?

Santa's recognized by everyone 
but do we even remember the son?

Do they even know the story
of the manger, wise men and God's glory?

Santa Claus is all the rage
and Christ's day he does upstage.

So have yourself some Christmas cheer
'cause it just gets worse year after year.


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The Shocking Christmas Parade

He heard commotion, "Well Land O'Goshen!! Whatever could it be?
It stirred his notions, and came invading, to wake his fading dreams
As he raised his head, the dreaded clock had invaded peace instead
He dreaded rising, was compromising, while lying in his bed
The tick and tock, it would not stop, and sun had blocked his eyes
Shining in, there's, no denying, it was time for him to rise

He raised the shade, and saw a parade.. a throng was going by
Something wrong, long lines of folks, were joking till they cried
Laughing gawkers, down the block, were shocked, and also stunned
Poking fun, pointing fingers at his Uncle, on the run

Uncle Fred, underfed, lead the parade in red long-johns
In underwear, he had no cares...his Santa beard was long
And Auntie Fran, ran in panties, wearing bra and thong
On her head, a Santa Cap, a flapping gap, where clothes belonged!
Oh my heavens!!  Such misbehavin', this day was starting wrong!
Upon the sidewalk, the jokes are starting. The folks are growing strong.
 
Snapping photos, shouting mottos, fame has found this pair
Clapping loudly, crowds are happy, toting cameras everywhere
Behind his uncle, (old with wrinkles), crews, were finding news
Auntie poses, picks a rose, then sticks her nose in view

TV news has quite a story, but not the gory kind
His relatives are night-time headlines, deadlines met on time
Who'd even dare, these dreadful folks to bare their hall of fame?
It is no joke, his drunk kinfolk have smeared his family name!!

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Alliteration, Assonance or Consonance Couplet Alphabet Contest  

Sponsored by:  Sheri Fresonke Harper  12//16/13


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Christmas Shopping

Town malls are cluttered with Christmas shoppers,
toting packages of last-minute-list-droppers.

Carols echo from high pillared ceiling,
leaving one and all with a charitable feeling.

Door frames draped with assorted Christmas light,
center stands a lit tree, what a glorious sight.

Children align mall walls waiting for Santa Claus,
to listen to their wishes and wants, just because.

Long grueling lines wind through department aisles,
confirming it is Christmas with occasional smiles.

Feet are aching from walks to distant shop,
shoppers sitting on benches, some refuse to stop.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey


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Unknown

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.


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T'is the Season of Golden Fish and Bells

Sudden fever, limbs trembling, the clog in breathing
why now when I wish to sing of the golden coming our way?

Packages piled beneath tree, lilies opening their heart
and I can't think, no story, no news, no hellos.

So I have only my new toy phone and these crazy fish
mating and multiplying and swimming past golden bells.

Who am I kidding, how could I not be productive every minute
when rest is denied me for a cough, swelling at throat.

No excuse, one could say, fish will always be fish, darting
from threat, meeting their feed needs, following children.

So why am I no fish, no human with this glazed brain
when the carols unroll with the bowing of violins, trumpet

of joy. Isn't that enough, sheer piping pleasure blared
to night, to dare fears entrance, to light up world

Isn't that the true message, you and I here, meeting 
for an hour, a gift of sharing, the unrolling of fatigue,

the quieting of sorrow with the birth of a new world.
How new? Minutes new, this is enough for joy

to cherish the golden fish swimming into you life
disappearing like tomorrow's sun forever but alive.


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Christmas Sleigh Ride

The sleigh bells jingle merrily across the horses backs,
The snowflakes fall around us, filling the horses tracks;

The silver silence broken by boisterous Christmas songs,
Midnight chimes on the clock over head but we’re still going strong;

The whiskey warms our insides as we pass the bottle around,
Aside from the caroling voices, the night doesn’t make a sound;


We’re snuggled under blankets, breath fogging in the air;
Riding along with family and friends, living without a care!


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Oh, Christmas Tree

An unusual thing occurred at our house Christmas Eve.
It caused us anger, it was enough to make us grieve.

We waited to the last minute for a live Christmas tree:
A brimful tree of precise size, with perfect symmetry.

On Christmas Eve, we pulled it inside the house to trim.
As we tugged it through, we discovered something grim.

Although the tree was green, it was dead as a doornail.
As we carried it in, pine needles rained down like hail.

It was too late to find another tree, the problem to rectify.
“We can’t have Christmas without a tree,” I wanted to cry.

Long gone the days to trek into woods & chop one down.
I wanted to stomp my foot, I wanted someone to crown.

Not only was there no tree, we vacuumed piles of needles.
“Honey, we need an artificial Christmas tree,” I wheedled.

 ‘After Christmas sales,’ afforded us a great opportunity.
  Now, I can decorate the tree each year, with impunity.

  No worry about limbs drooping, no watering to do. I
   like the convenience. I like the look of it too. After 

                                   all, 
                                   it’s 
                                   not 
                               the tree 
                            that counts, 
                       it’s what’s under it. 
                        Don’t you agree? 







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A Child's Christmas

With wonderment and gleeful bliss
she gave her mama a goodnight kiss.
Then off to bend the stars till dawn
and watch the snow adorn the lawn.

Hoping so much to see a sleigh
the wee one bowed her head to pray
for Santa's safe journey and such.
Really she didn't ask for much.

Her nose frosted the window panes
as she reached for some candy canes
to feed to Santa's swift reindeer.
How she could feel their presence near!

Finally she lay down to sleep
so quiet she didn't make a peep.
She watched from her bed to the moonlit sky
to see if Santa Claus really did fly!

Fatigue took over;the little girl slept.
Her guardian angel it's vigil kept.
Off she slipped to a dreamland sweet
till she heard the clatter of reindeer feet.

It's morning and down the stairs she flies
among the toys and a dolly that cries
there stands a tricycle in pink
and Mama gives her a smile and a wink!



written Christmas Eve Dec.24th, 2013


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It's Christmas

Its Christmas time again and the bustle is on ,
cleaning the house, bring out the new stuff
A  touch of paint over there, I’m almost done,
The lights are up, tree fully decorated, My place is decked out !!

In the early Christmas morn, the gifts I lay beneath the tree,
Everything is in place……Ohhhh, what  a beautiful sight to see!

Now retired to bed, pleased as could be
He spoke  - and it caused me to look at the thing I did not see
I’ve cleaned and prepared my house for the day
In the midst of this, have I done the same with life in any way?

The scripture rang  loudly in the blanket of the quite morn-
“A child is born and a Son is given”- am  I ready to receive this gift that’s given?

All the lights I’ve hung, He’s the light of the world
The ornaments on the tree, He’s so precious to me
This tree that stands in my hall so tall
Upon a tree he hung, offered vinegar mingled with gall……

My responsibility right now, is share what’s been offered to me
If you did not have lights or decorated a tree, Could not buy a gift, or just didn’t know the story…

Jesus is the gift that’s waiting for you
Yes, you can receive Him, its long overdue
Just open up your heart, he’ll make it brand new
Take a moment to ponder-
Christmas is celebrating what Jesus has done for you !!!

Merry Christmas!!!

12/15/11 revisited 12/17/12
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White Christmas

Presents opened by the hearth,
Gifts of goodness from the heart.

Christmas snow is falling down,
A fresh white blanket for the town.

Little eyes are opened wide,
Snowmen and angels dance inside.

A pure "White Christmas"  for us all.
Warm inside, we watch it fall.

Happy as our hearts are lifted,
A Christmas present God has gifted!


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Lady in Black

'Round & round the block she goes
Whose house she stops  nobody knows

Curtains are drawn lest darkness appear
Clip-clop the lady in dark we all fear

Neighbors are heard, sobs distant muffle
Drones in the sky create a kerfuffle

What evil minds invent such a horror?
I pray to Mother Mary, help us! I implore her

"Cease-fire for one-day" he exhorts with mirth
"Bombings will resume" just after His Birth



12/25/14
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