A little girl lost her home this year, for her, Christmas wouldn't be there.
Her family was angry from all the troubles, they simply couldn't repair.
Don’t bother us about presents her parents said, they were depressed by their fate.
With bitterness they said, you’d be lucky to have dinner tonight, or even a plate.
Life was harsh, nowhere to go, anger and fear had put their souls, in a terrible place.
The little girl had found no hope or joy, lurking near their old car, of late.
The car was their home, gas money was scarce, and with few places they could park.
Yes, their troubles had slowly extinguished, that precious hopeful spark.
Without that spark, they’d never find their way, from this terrible place of cold and dark.
And life’s darkness grew deeper nightly, as hope vanished under a reality so stark.
Even the very fiber of her family, seemed to be shattering slowly, slowly, apart.
The child felt alone here in this dark car, as sadness tried to engulf her little girls heart.
The future seemed filled with hopelessness, as shame and dread, were leaving their mark.
Embarrassment to be seen and turned away, made it hard for them to reach out, to restart.
But life goes on, and we can’t fear to rebuild, or the future will be hard to impart.
The girl suddenly declared there’s more to life, and she wouldn't let it conquer her heart.
She decided triumphs will come, and all will get better, if she held to that hopeful spark.
Seeing the desolation and anger here, she couldn't stay around, she had to get away…
So she climbed out of the car, and she walked into town, not so very far to stray.
She went and looked at the store windows, where Christmas was being displayed.
The music and people filled her heart, lifting her spirits, deep inside, that day.
She noticed a store, way down at the end of the row, on the next block, where it lay.
No one was there, it seemed lonely, and the darkness was again, spreading it’s decay.
She ran there in time to see an old man closing up, with sadness on his face betrayed.
What use were his goods, if no one would shop, or come down along his way?
The super store down the block, was daily making him lose more and more in the fray.
He could no longer afford to hire people, and the season had very little time, to stay.
As they talked the girl saw that she couldn't let the darkness take another, so she prayed.
Then she told the old man, if he’d open the shop, she’d bring customers down his way.
She added, she’d find reasonable workers, if her family could live upstairs, she portrayed.
First bring the customers, he said, and the rest will be yours little friend, he conveyed.
She had him put his best toys, as a contest prize, and to add lots of lights on the display.
He set a contest, “Winners-the best collectors for families in need” on Christmas Eve.
He put out a bright contest sign, but still nobody came to his end of the block, to survey.
So she had him call the Salvation Army, for a kettle, Bell ringer, and Carolers, who came
Lickety split, their way.
Then she had him call a dear old friend, and farmer, to bring a tractor full of bails of hay.
Another volunteered his horse and sleigh, both, to see the city lights thru New Years Day.
This was a great idea, since the older drivers, could use the help, for their bills to pay.
The girl ran all over spreading the excitement, and to come see the prizes, his way.
The families suddenly started heading toward his door, and to those wondrous rides.
At that moment her parents came, and she explained what her hope, had improvised.
Her father talked a contractor into building a disabled family a home, to help advertise.
He could get a tax break; come to this store for supplies, and hire unemployed workers, he devised, so wise.
In the end, each night grew brighter, because of a girls hope, and heart-warming delight.
And the old man began smiling for the first time, in a long, long, time, starting that night.
All was saved, a home was found, and another built, as a sad little girl taught grownups to smile along the way…
You might say, A Spark of Hope lit a candle, then a raging fire, which was burning bright by Christmas day.
The moral to my story is:
Never give up on Hope; it’s your best friend, as life brings its troubles your way…
Know that with time, a good heart, good will, and friendly ways…
You can find God’s gifts again, if you don’t let the dark take you away…
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013
Christmas Angel Gifts
The moon shone bright that winter night,
across the sky still blue,
and every star excelled with might,
to wave the sun adieu.
Their light glowed through the window panes,
and lit the room like day,
could be enough to rid the strains,
and change sad moods to gay.
Yet she made effort to suppress,
the torment in her chest,
that caused her deep mental distress,
and thumped without a rest.
The clock alone would break the hush,
as hours ticked on the fears,
each tock brought on the sinking crush,
that squeezed out flows of tears.
She wondered if the midnight star,
would change her gloomy grey,
then curbed her thoughts from faring far,
and wished the night would stay
Behind the door ajar she stood,
her children slumbered still,
she hoped for them it was all good,
the thought gave her no thrill.
The morn looks bleak with sobs and sighs,
and the odd random yell,
for them bad news, cannot tell lies,
she hoped they take it well.
Tomorrow, hate will have a name,
for sure to be called mum,
will break her heart with all the shame,
and all her senses numb.
Their friends will show their newest toys,
her kids will wish her dead,
for they will not share in the joys,
but stay indoors instead.
If this dark deed unmasks dismay,
then life was not too bad,
to have no lunch on Christmas day,
it’s shameful and most sad.
For who chose this disastrous time,
a coward act untold,
to lay her off without a dime,
let sorrow fast unfold.
By time first light of dawn appeared,
she had not slept a wink,
looked awful with her make up smeared,
felt standing on the brink.
She pondered how they will subsist,
this loss was a great shock,
she felt that they could not exist,
then came the soft door knock.
No one was at the door, must be
her mind, her ears deceive,
till she saw boxes full of glee,
her eyes could not believe.
Although amazed she still felt coy,
a lump was in her throat,
out of her skin she jumped with joy,
she loudly read the note.
A Christmas angel gift for you,
delivered on their wings,
to hold on strong and start anew,
and the Lord’s praises sing.
Can we be that angel this Christmas?
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Sponsor: Tammy Reems
Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2015
A Christmas memory
By Curtis Johnson
To this small community, my wife and I had come in 1974 to pioneer a church.
Our resources were meager, but we wanted to touch the lives of about 50 families.
Contacting a generous grocer, we secured a discount of a vital product for any home.
On Christmas morning, we gave small packs of washing detergent to delighted families.
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Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015
Sore feet, long lists
Lost time, large bills
Just to find the perfect gift
That will probably break or be lost too soon
Christmas parties, gift exchanges
Choir concerts, ballet recitals
Is this all that Christmas is?
Or have we perhaps lost our focus?
And in the hours spent at the mall
Maybe we've forgotten why we celebrate
And maybe if we'd open our eyes
To what the songs are saying
We might realize
That the perfect gift
Doesn't come from a shopping mall
But is rather a lifelong impact
To provide Living Water
And save a life
Copyright © Victoria Elisha | Year Posted 2015
Christmas has different meanings...
they can be spiritual in their degree,
or materialistic and these aspects
make up symbols of zest and glee!
We love this extravagant holiday rendering extreme joy,
but gifts and lights add many false thrills;
we should get rid of diseases and poverty:
deeply thinking of hunger pangs causing fever and chills!
Many empty stomachs groan and we don't hear them,
infants emit a loud cry and we choose to ignore them;
I'm very angry at the stubbornness of our greedy ways,
we overlook their suffering while we feast at our tables!
Let's think of those who go to sleep with aching bellies.
give all you have and save someone from dying;
be the giver and rejoice when they are singing:
giving with a sincere heart will multiply your blessings!
Christmas has different meanings....
the ones that are steeped in faith or those merely symbolic;
I sit at the piano and play hymns;
has anyone else experienced inside a feeling so harmonistic?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
O world I am a Human, history will see the day I am a Human born out of suffering into this world, did not chose my life nor my father nor my mother nor a national nor a religious nor a backbone, are all minor things that only I care about is that I am a human, I lay on the beautiful dreams and hope of a bright and wake up the bitter reality, nothing changing only the news is changing, every day trying to get out of the darkness to see the light, but the rocks Closed the way, come back and closed my eyes to dream am I a human? If so why live like them? possess what belongs to every human have a heart and have a blood and have a body and have a mind, have a clothing and eating and have shoes olso , and have money and have a housing, for this your terms to be human, open my eyes and find myself have a mind and have a body and blood, but homeless and not wear shoes and no eat and no money if what I am? They sayed So your a half Human, do not you, the world I am so predestination robbed me but I am a Human, I do not have a home but im Humans, i do not have a robed but im Human, I do not have food but I human,i do not have a family but I am a Human I have no money but I am a Human, Sorry Dear world do not have the freedom to change my destiny but im a Human, I carry the love, honesty, good heart, good and hated racism and sedition and transcendence and wars so I have to be a Human dreams of love tree and live as a human being despite the backbone spite of sexual despite all national despite all my Color despite all religious in spite of what I lack you, I am a human, and we are all humans.
Copyright © Yassin abdo | Year Posted 2016
Black Christmas, is not a time with little children hanging out their stockings
Or about Santa coming down the chimney pot and delivering presents
Nor Rudolph and the reindeers pulling Santa's sled it goes deeper than that
To the darker side of Christmas, it is a story of the homeless and poverty stricken
The people who have nothing to look forward to at Christmas time, no Santa,
A time were young and old people can't take life any more and tell themselves
It is time to move on to another world and they commit suicide as their only release
Yes this is society today, which was created by Governments and very rich people
Who are really serving the Devil, by being selfish and greedy and turning their backs
On society, they forever increase charges on bills and utility services, making people
Go without electricity to cook with, and foreclosing mortgages on people's houses
Leaving families homeless and destitute, young woman, men and children are living
On sidewalks, railway stations and park benches, with no real place to live.
Yes this is Christmas, Black Christmas we are now experiencing, so no matter were
You live there is no escape from this sub standard way of life for these people.
The rich enjoy their life and could not care less as the governments grease their palms
for re-election pledges as they both support each other for the better life ahead.
While they are having a turkey banquet, some poor soul is freezing to death
That have very little clothing or a place to keep warm, yes this is indeed a Black Christmas.
Copyright © John Ginesi | Year Posted 2013
Cold was the blustery wind driven snow
Heaped at my feet as I shook in the squall
Relentless ice dancers twirled in show,
I grunted and tugged on my thread-bare shawl.
“So this is Christmas!” I cursed through my teeth,
“Trim out a pine tree in tinsel and light;
Make jolly your home by a festive wreath
And spare not a thought for my plight.”
Shiv’ring I turned, aimed to shuffle away
“MISTER!” What person would beckon to me?
Alone had I suffered for countless a day
Good will to men; t'was a lost fantasy.
In spite of my grumbling, I heard them say
“Come warm by our hearth, it’s Christmas today!”
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Hosted by: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
I feel translucent
a man of marble skin
as if dreaming my motions
every step a tread in water
each reach of my hand
a ghost grip touches
but nothing holds and yet
I clutch these stones and
iron spear barricades
as a sea-snail would the bedrock
for this is my folly
to hug close the masonry of charity
I feel nothing
no remorse runs down my arms
to my useless wrists
twists my mouth into rabid snarl
no pleasure lifts my face
from the footfalls
of those celestial beings
not even a soaked black wall
on which I am a shadow
penetrates my deadened hide
I feel grotesque
I am a gargoyle of flesh and bone
sown into the fabric of these
towers with closed doorways
that form broken arch homes
for broken things
no longer am I broken
I have embraced
the cold and hunger
of my mouth and my soul
I am free of this place
here I am still
here for you to see
if you can stomach
to see me
Copyright © Steve Downes | Year Posted 2013
In the corner a tree, and an elf on a shelf,
And reindeer ears on me, as I smile at myself
A wreath on the door, colored boxes with bows
Cover most of the floor, and as everyone knows…
It’s what every child seeks, but for many won’t come
For when poverty speaks, gifts are denied for some
So, take some of your wealth, open your hand and heart
Be content with your health, for with greed you must part.
Take a gift from the tree, and give a child a treat
Let your selfishness flee, for that joy can’t be beat
Take food to a shelter to help feed everyone
Kids run helter-skelter when the party’s begun.
Christmas is for giving, and not just for your own
As you go about living, let kindness be known
For more than just a day, we must stand up and shout
And with voices we say, let our kindness ring out.
This Christmas season it is my fervent prayer
Remember the reason, and show that you care
Let each heart and soul send a message of love
Let His birth be your goal, ‘twas His gift from above.
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016