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Those Times I Remember Back When
There’s something to be said of those days gone by
and those times I remember back when
the streets were filled with Holiday cheer
and God’s wish of peace to all men.
I remember the distant days of my youth
and the snow covered streets of my town,
of carolers singing their songs of the Truth
and of those who as they listened stood round.
The street light posts were decorated in season
and store fronts looked like Christmas time.
Yet, I never forgot that Jesus was the reason
for the true peace that many still find.
But every year and always without fail
we would go to that place by the waterfalls.
A nativity scene close by the train rails
was so breathtaking it drew one and all.
And another place just up outside of town
held such excitement for all us kids each year.
It was as if the North Pole we had found
and I could feel that Christmas was drawing near.
Just a few pages from past memories
and our Christmas times shared with mom and dad.
Even singing carols in church on Christmas Eve;
one more reminder of the good times we had.
Douglas L. Ace (Lightwalker)
(written for Carolyn Devonshires' Christmas Contest
"Wasch und Fun"
No need to translate for me for an hour and a half.
You left me to wash undies at the Wasch und Fun
while you shopped for lox and wine.
I found the soap and the wasch; but the Fun eludes.
Every patron,
even the suspect simultaneously wearing four pairs of pants,
switched out of Deutsch, enjoying the random and unexpected
dusting off of their Englisch.
We were united in our cluelessness
of the washing machines mannerisms and the
strange dichotomy on the open door with the sign that said “geschlossen”.
We washed in defiance of the sign, desperate for clean clothes on Christmas,
urgently willing the machines to finish drying before the sign proved true.
You blended into your town again; repatriated anonymity.
An American disguised as a local, shopping on Christmas eve in Freiburg,
while your new husband washed undies,
happily oblivious to almost every word anyone uttered.
Ninety minutes without a translator. Clean clothes and
Wine for Christmas in Deutschland.
Bitte.
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JDZoller Copyright (c) December 2009
This symbol, the wreath, in cultures of our past
In our modern world, a Christmas ring that's here to last
Made of flowers, leaves, twigs and various fruits
Around the world their decorated, in individual suit
Strength and harsh winters, symbolised by the evergreens
Eternity in it's circumference, for many Christmas winter scenes
It's now so much in our culture, and forever it will last
To the Greeks and the Romans, I salute your cultural past
Many Christmas Trees are seen
around the Yule Season in my city;
they all are very tall and beautiful,
but the Rockefeller Plaza's Norway spruce
is the most gigantic and spectacular
with its multicolored lights that resemble stars.
Christmas is a wonderful experience on New York's City busy streets:
stores, pubs, restaurants and shops dress up with decorations so dazzling;
where else can you find a Santa ringing a bell and spreading good cheers...
wishing New Yorkers and visitors a Merry Christmas with a tone so thrilling?
On Christmas Eve, Saint Patrick's Cathedral echoes with joyful hymns,
and Child Jesus smiles at children as they caress His soft and divine face.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci