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A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS PRESENT
A special present came one day to earth,
Not in the sleigh with Santa and his elves,
Laid in a manger, through a virgin birth,
Not laid upon a store’s vast, crowded shelves.
It was a gift sent down from God above
To this dark world all full of sin and shame;
It was a gift of His great, matchless love
Now lying there, and Jesus was His name.
It seemed a humble place for such a one
Who was to be the king to then be laid.
And only shepherds came to see this Son.
Then wise men the long journey also made.
And two who now were chosen to Him raise
Were just poor peasants in man’s judging eyes,
But angels filled the skies that night with praise;
Their glory lightened up the midnight skies.
A stable bed a manger! what a place
To begin a life that promised peace and joy,
No room there in the inn--what a disgrace
That in this manger lay this baby boy!
Yet God seemed not deterred at all that night;
The fullness of the time at last had come,
And so the few who followed the star’s light
Got first glimpse of this Gift--His only Son.
The gift that came that night outside the inn
Was much more than another baby, yes,
For He had come to save us from our sin
If we’d believe and with our mouth confess.
God’s Son--Himself in human flesh had come
A mission to fulfill for all mankind,
Yet one was bent on killing every son;
It seemed He hadn’t come at the right time.
Two thousand years have passed, and still today
It seems He is an outcast, a disgrace.
So few accept Him, follow on His way,
And yet some day we all will see His face.
God will not force a man to come and see
The gift He gave so long ago to earth,
Nor will He force that man to Calvary
To trust His Son to give him a new birth.
But if you gave the best gift you could give
And those you gave it to shoved it aside,
Would you not want those ingrates then who lived
To be punished for their cruel, rejecting pride?
Well, now God’s greatest Gift you can receive
As easily as a child’s on Christmas Day:
Just say, “Oh, God, I really do believe,
Come in and cleanse me from my sin, I pray.”
This Christmas as you give your gifts away,
Remember this one Gift that’s ever new;
Don’t get all caught up in frills of the day
And forget the Gift of God’s Son just for you.
Travelling on the road for business gets old fast. The inside of one hotel room starts to look the same as another in any town you name. When you travel by yourself it becomes even more mundane. Customers, clients and/or prospects all have their own after-work lives waiting for them and seldom include you in their plans. So, as you depart at the end of the business day you are on your own, in a strange town.
You do get used to exploring cities, towns and suburbs on your own. You figure out how to avoid always eating in the hotel restaurant and you master the art of dining alone. For men like Josh, that usually meant eating at the restaurant bar. Even though he seldom ordered a beer, wine or other alcoholic beverages, the bartenders were always a willing party to chat with and enjoy some semblance of human interaction.
On this particular occasion, the trip was even more difficult than usual because Josh was having trouble at home with his wife. Whereas, some may think it a blessing to remove yourself from the situation, it just made Josh feel even more lonely not being able to talk to her to try to work things out. So, after putting on his happy and buoyant work-face all day to keep the customer satisfied, Josh donned his fedora and walked out the front doors of the high-rise office complex onto the crowded and lonely city streets.
The fedora was a relatively new addition to Josh’s wardrobe. Not many men wear fedoras any more. Josh’s wife thought he would look good in the hat and surprised him with it as a Christmas present six months ago. Josh was still getting used to wearing the hat, but received many compliments on his appearance while wearing it.
Without even bothering going back to his hotel room, Josh slowly strolled around the city streets lost in thought about the situation with his wife and wondering how they might resolve the loss of passion, the loss of caring and the loss of love in their relationship. Finally, he stepped inside the doors of an enticing pub to get himself some dinner.
The bar in this particular establishment had plenty of stools available to pick from. Josh sat down on one and placed his fedora on the empty stool next to him. On this evening, Josh started off by ordering a beer.
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..
They say that good or bad, things happen in 3's, are best.
The Christians know of the Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, there is also the 3 wise men. 3 Monastic Vows (Poverty, Chastity, and Obedience), 3 Feet in a Yard, 3 Books in Lord of the Rings, 3 Ring Circus, 3 Ships of Christopher Columbus, 3 Wheeled Tricycle, 3 Legged Race, 3 Ring Circus, 3 Strikes and You're Out, 3 Is A Crowd, 3 Mile Island, 3 Trimesters in a Pregnancy, 3 Flavors in Neapolitan Ice Cream, 3 To Get Ready (and four to go), 3 Parts To An Atom: protons, neutrons, and electrons, 3 Caloric Sources: Fats, Carbohydrates, Proteins, 3 Primary hues red, green, and blue, 3 Parts to the Personality: Id. Ego, super-ego, 3 Earth Divisions: Core, Mantle, Crust, 3 Rock Formations: Igneous- Metamorphic- Sedimentary, 3 Times A Lady, 3 Minute Egg, 3 Point Basket, 3 Holes in a Bowling Ball, 3 Colors in a Traffic light, 3 Minutes in a Boxing Round, 3 Teaspoons in a Tablespoon--The Truth, The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth--Of the People, By the People, For the People--Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness--Hear no Evil, See no Evil, Speak no Evil--Paper, Rock, Scissors--The Good, the Bad and the Ugly--Small, Medium and Large--Ready, Aim, Fire--On Your Mark, Get Set, Go--Stop, Look and Listen--3 Little Pigs, The 3 Bears, 3 Course Meals, Appetizer, Main Course, Dessert--3 Blind Mice, 3 clover leaves, Beginning, Middle and Ending, Tripod, Troubles Comes In 3, Trident, Bermuda Triangle, Triplets, Trios--Stop, Drop and Roll--Veni, vidi, vici "I came, I saw, I conquered"-- The Ghost of Christmas Past, The Ghost of Christmas Present, and The Ghost of Christmas Future--Insult, Injustice, and Exploitation--segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever--blood, sweat, and tear--In a Will, I Give, Devise and Bequeath--Leave them laughing, and them hoping, and them wanting for more--Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None,
..."So, I will conclude, for I've lost you since from the third word in."
Date 09/08/2019
Have you wandered off the beaten path and blamed someone other than YOURSELF? Or could it be that you never walked the path of others, because you were alone and LEFT. Did someone hurt you when you ran from the room in a rush, never telling others how you FELT? Perhaps it’s time you take responsibility and say what’s on your mind, rather than remain STEALTH.
We were made to be inquisitive and to question, but you never knew, because you never asked. You cry and weep inside while something holds you BACK, and you surrender, keeping on the mask. Most of us understand being afraid, but it’s not good to remain in the closet, not accepting the TASK.
Open your eyes, your ears, and you might just see and hear someone new, and discover it’s really you. Even you have yet to know the real you, because like a snapshot UNEXPOSED, you are still ENCLOSED in the shadow of the negatives. You are like a birthday or Christmas present, so beautifully wrapped. Don’t hide or be afraid of yourself or your shades of GREY, because you reveal your true colors when you step out into the light of DAY.
You have heard it said of you, “He’s/She's quiet and cool, so cute and plays by the RULES”. But did you hear when they said, “There is a dire need for social TOOLS”?
Perhaps you have allowed others to define the person they think you are.
This, you must forbid to be so, and slowly open your closet door.
Come on out my friend, show yourself, and have your SAY.
Let’s fly a kite where it’s windy at the beach or by the BAY.
Come on and unwrap yourself, because you have been put here for a purpose.
Unwrap yourself, because no one else can do what you were designed to do.
You have been gifted and touched by God’s hands of GRACE.
Step out into the world and leave your unique TRACE.
You need not rush, but proceed at your own PACE.
You are more than a pleasing face in a quiet PLACE.
Without you, we will digress as a human RACE.
So unwrap yourself, because you are truly loved
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Oh the Ghosts, Oh the Ghosts!!!
The Ghosts of Christmas shall haunt the wicked
They shall haunt the bitter and sorrowful decrepit creatures
Your hunched back and wallet will be no shield
For the three ghosts of the Christmas past
I Sir am the ghost of the Christmas past
Fear not I shall do yee no harm
That, you have already done upon your own wicked soul
Yes, that is you, as a young man, full of piss and vinegar as they say
Oh I know, you young ones then called it love, sore sight that was
I sir am the ghost of the Christmas present
Fear not, the bitter cause their own harm, not I for sure
They seethe within their own discontent and folly
The chains you hear old scrooge, are not mine
They are the irons that chain your heart to the wheel of wealth
I sir am the ghost of Christmas future
Fear not, for there is hope for all mankind
Even you, who counts coins like lovers count kisses
When you wake, you shall remember not, all these wise illusionary dreams
Old scrooge, the gift of mercy shall bestow a last grasp at happiness, take yee hold!!!
The most festive of December days, the sun rose in the cold brisk air
Scrooge awoke, and the inexplicable sound of laughter filled his dreary bedroom
Pure unadulterated joy from the grumpiest of old men
The maid fled in fear, what insanity must have possessed this bitter old lard
Ah but happiness was indeed in the air
On with his topcoat and hat, nary a moment to ponder
Of he went to his secretary’s house
Carol, Carol !!!! He exclaimed, yes, I am not mad not crazy nor insane, open the door!
Possessed maybe, but only of joy, that I, the one so filled with animosity
Now I see, by the grace of the god, the love before my very eyes!!!
Well Carol and Scrooge passed a very Merry Christmas indeed!!!!!
Notes: This take of “A Christmas Carol” is from fond memories as a child, when our Dad “made” us watch this movie over the years! Blessed are those with such fond childhood memories of Christmas!
"The Christmas Wars"
Christmas is never stolen
the parent dresses a tree
every year,
tenderly,
like adorning
a fragile child
caught between
the Christmas Wars
The Christmas of a
Ghost Past
sings silent nights
calling a dream
home, the dream
that matters most
like a golden star
set in its ways
holding its position steadfast,
high, as if to hold up a heart,
a burning light
to the lost child
Still Shining,
standing still
as if to hold time
a little while longer
Still shining,
standing still
Love never waives
in the yule
tidal pool of dreams
that
keeps on dreamin’
pearls
whispering
hugs 'n kisses
to a little girl
from magic shells,
worn as mermaid crowns
swimming with Silver Fin
the fuel that lights
The Lighthouse beacon
sending songs
to the absent siren
to all that is loved
a fragile child stolen
caught between
the Christmas Wars
The Christmas
of a Ghost Past
sings silent nights
calling the beautiful dream
home, the dream
that always matters most
Christmas is never stolen
the parent dresses a tree
every year, tenderly,
like adorning a fragile child
caught between
the Christmas Wars
Still Shining,
standing still
as if to hold time
a little while longer
Christmas wars
are noiseless, still
Love never waives
in the yule
tidal pool of dreams
that
keeps on dreamin’,
it prepares a feast
the fuel that lights
The Lighthouse beacon
sending a Christmas gift
some kind of treasure
what is left to measure
against all the other
expensive sparkly things
all my love
and a song
to the lost child -
a Christmas present
from the Ghost Past
to the absent siren
A Christmas Story
and a song
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Christmas
gvlm
"The Joke"/ Brandi Carlile
https://youtu.be/92puBuPRXjo
My fondest wish this Christmas
Is for all who read this poem
To believe in Santa Clause again
And truly get to know him.
He’s not just a childhood dream
He’s a feeling in your heart
A show of love for all mankind
Of which we play a part
So be a child once again
And in Santa Clause believe
Give the gift of love my friend
And that gift you will receive
The true meaning of Christmas
Is not in gifts we receive or give
It’s in how we treat one another
Each day we’re blessed to live
The real lesson of Christmas
Is one we all should learn
Treat others with kindness and acceptance
And you’ll get what you give in return
Christmas is a magical time
To spread some holiday cheer
But we should keep that spirit in our heart
Each and every day of the year
Family and Friends are like Christmas ornaments
Hanging on your Christmas tree of life
They decorate your best of days
And shine light on your darkest days of strife
The spirit of Christmas past
Keep alive in your hearts and minds
Remember loved ones no longer with us
Precious good memories there to find
The spirit of Christmas present
Is not in the presents that you buy
The price of the gift is love
A cost that is never too high
The spirit of Christmas future
Is not a foreboding shade
It’s spending time with family and friends
More good memories to be made
The fruit of the spirit of Christmas
Is to give each other a chance
To move to the beat of their own drum
And in the world together join the dance
Remember that Jesus is the real reason
That we have Christmas from the start
He is why we celebrate the season
So always keep Jesus in your heart
My wish for you this Christmas
Is peace, joy, good health and love
And remember family and friends
Are gifts received from God above
So in the spirit of the season
And spreading holiday cheer
Merry Christmas to my family and friends
And a very Happy New Year
The greatest Christmas present came down from far away,
Was laid there in a manger upon a bed of hay.
Not wrapped with fancy ribbons, in paper or in bows,
But with some strips of linen that they call swaddling clothes.
There weren’t a lot of people to see it on that night,
And it wasn’t that unusual, but such a simple sight.
You see, it was a baby, born there in Bethlehem,
With nowhere else to lay it—the blessed Son of Men.
The parents were not wealthy, just plain in every way,
But oh, the child that lay there upon that bed of hay!
This child had come from heaven through special virgin birth,
Had come to save His people here in this sinful earth.
Some shepherds heard the message from angels in the sky
Who sang in a great chorus of this child from on high.
If you could just imagine the home this child had lived
Before He left His Father, this present now to give,
You’d wonder why He did it, why such a sacrifice,
To come to save lost sinners, on Calvary give His life,
Would you say as I now do it: “This is a present great,
I think I will now open this present and not wait”?
For look beyond that manger; a tree there now you’ll see,
Not decorated fancy, but placed on Calvary,
Its branches hold His arms there, its frame is soaked with red;
The blood flowed from His body as there He hung and bled.
Yes, the greatest Christmas present was God’s eternal love
Wrapped in this precious body that came down from above.
He took the wrath and anguish that we deserve today,
The hell we should have gone to to suffer there for aye.
And all because He loved us! My, what a present there!
The GREATEST Christmas present with you I gladly share.
Will you come now receiving this gift so great and free
That God sent down that morning from heaven for you and me?
Will you trust His forgiveness from all your sin and shame?
Oh, open now this present! And call upon His name!
I had by no means celebrated Christmas in the past with such love
Until thy lord presented thee to me on Christmas Eve
In strings of joy it descends towards me as I Clive
Long before was I told of this day in my live
Be no haste for sure, you I shall love
In your sure way I will crave
My Christmas
Tree
Thou art epitomizes the accurate definition of happiness
A nectar of abundant bliss for the monarch in me yet to surface
A monarch yet to be awoken by the fragrance from thy enchanting smile
My Christmas gift, my first Christmas celebration
Thou hath brought upon me the true significance to live itself
And established me upright in the right course of my actual motive to celebrate
My twilight star from amongst the galaxy of my long and ever waited prayer beads
The light from my twilight Christmas star illuminates my spiritual being to glory
And driven away my ever melancholiest period of loneliness
My Christmas gift, my first Christmas celebration
Merry Christmas to thee, thou heavenly believer, she whispered
Those words pierced through my core values of love and belongingness
Casting a spell of fiasco at the miasma that dangled menacingly above my Christmas Ev
For in my entire existence had I ever listen to such words through my tympanic membrane
Those words left me dumfounded as I hunt for the root to my firm grounds
For my entire live they did continued to hunt my memory
Merry Christmas to thee, thou heavenly believer.