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Deedee Cooper Poem
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the world
Not a child was seen praying
Everyone's mind in a whirl
They had finished their shopping
But praise and joy was not found
Decorations were getting ready
To be all taken down.
There was not a present
Wrapped with love and with joy
It was all about finding the
most expensive toy
The one that all wanted
But to play with, they wont
They wanted it so that
To their friends they could gloat
Christmas shoppers aren't merry
They seem sad most the time
Complaining about money
Not wanting to spend their last dime
But they will keep on shopping
And then go home and be done
Then they'll wrap all the presents
And fill the stockings they hung.
what happened to Christmas
To the joy and the cheer
what happened to presents
That you'd make through the year
what happened to Jesus
And the stories we told
what happened to carolers
Singing out in the cold
Why is it that Christmas
Now only comes with a price
The greatest gift of them all
Was our Lord's sacrifice.
Twas the night before Christmas
I will call my grandkids
Read them the Christmas book
And remind them of this
It's not about presents
wrapped in a bow or a toy
It's about Mary and Joseph
And the birth of their boy
It's the story of Christmas
That many seem to lose sight
of the miracle of Christmas
That happened this most Holy night.
written by DeeDeeCooper
Copyright © Deedee Cooper | Year Posted 2017
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Behind the glass I've longed to be
so that the world is mine to see
who'd have known it'd come to pass
my life would end behind the glass
he had a gun and temper hot
he did not care who it was he shot
this place had done him wrong you see
they'd put him out dishonorably
to take out anger was his only strife
did not care if he took a wife
and mother of those he did not know
who'd hear on the news while at home
that this lady they loved so much
was taken by such a violent touch
a woman who preached peace was the best
is now with violence laid to rest
what is this world if peace cannot win
when does violence end and peace begin
this poem is written as if it were true
sad thing it could be me or you
in a second could see our life just pass
as we sit and watch from behind the glass.
written by DeeDeeCooper
Copyright © Deedee Cooper | Year Posted 2017
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Deedee Cooper Poem
Christmas does not come in a box
Wrapped up underneath the tree.
Christmas comes in the form of love
To our friends and family.
It's not about money, ribbons and bows
... But it is about - one lovely gift
The joy our Lord gave, by sending his son
To bring joy; and our hearts to lift.
Christmas to me is the joy of sharing
Laughter; friends gather from near and far.
Christmas to me is the joy of giving
A smile to my friends, wherever they are.
Now for you on this joyous season
My gift to you is simple you see,
It's for love, and peace everlasting;
But you won't find that underneath your tree!
written by DeeDeeCooper
Copyright © Deedee Cooper | Year Posted 2017
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