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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET JESUS
CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
Christmas Lights in Heaven
At Christmas time we trim our tree
With gifts and candy canes
And go for joyful sleigh rides
Down sparking snow filled lanes.
We fill our homes with tinsel
Our hearts with Christmas cheer
We’re all a little nicer
At this lovely time of year.
Stores are filled with shoppers
Streets are trimmed in green
Carolers on each corner
'Tis quite a lovely scene.
But we cannot know the beauty
The splendor or the love
Of Christmas time in heaven
With our Savior up above.
The light that shines from Jesus
Stands out from all the rest
Of all the Christmas time displays
His is by far the best.
Like diamonds shining in the sun
You’ll find His flaming light
Like a million candles burning
In the middle of the night.
The colors found in heaven
Have such a wondrous glow
And you’ll find a world of beauty
Where the golden rivers flow.
There won’t be gifts or mistletoe
Nor stately Christmas tree
But the throne of God will glisten
With the Blessed Trinity.
Written by:
Marilyn Ferguson
ferguson@adams.net
My Ornaments
I'm putting up the Christmas tree
And it makes me realize
How very different I must seem,
So unique in my Savior's eyes.
Each ornament has a story.
No two are quite the same.
Here's the one that I had made,
Painted with my baby's name.
Here's the one that I had ordered
>From a movie I once saw.
And, here's the first one I ever bought
It's the reindeer made of straw.
My daughter made this one in Daycare.
She was so proud of what she'd done.
Oh, and here's my very favorite,
The one with Mary and her baby son.
We all are like these ornaments;
Different stories, shapes, and size.
How unique we all must seem
When seen through our Savior's eyes.
© 2002 by Claytia Doran
bbabe@cox-internet.com
Candle In The Window
Once, I read a story
That told there was no light
In any window, long ago,
On that first Christmas night.
So, I decided to light a candle
As Christmas day draws near.
I'll put it in my window
To welcome my Jesus, here.
Should He pass by my window,
The weary Christ would see
That, when I wrapped the presents
And put decorations on the tree ...
I stopped and took a minute
To light a candle for Him,
To say, "You're welcome here, Lord,"
In case he should pass my inn.
© 2002 by Claytia Doran
bbabe@cox-internet.com
Thank you for your friendship
You're a special joy to me;
Of all the gifts one might receive,
More special, none other could be.
The best gift of all was the first.
We all know this to be true.
And this year I've made a promise
To say "Thank You"
for this gift, and for You.
Your friendship is a blessing,
for which I'm truly thankful !
I wish for you the Joy
that only Christmas can bring.
God's Christmas Gift
'Twas the night before Christmas and in Heaven above,
The angels were watching with such intense love!
For the Prize of all Heaven was coming to earth.
And, a manger was chosen as His place of birth.
Mary, his mother (so weary and worn),
Was glad Joseph found a place cozy and warm.
And now, as she labored, a new life began ...
Destined to bring life to each willing man.
While out on the hillsides, the angels sang, "Glory!" ...
Shepherds stood, trembling, as they heard the story.
Quickly, they followed the angel's clear way ...
Finding baby Jesus upon the clean hay.
Down from the heavens, there came a new light.
A star born anew on that very night!
Softly, the mother sang sweet lullabies ...
'Til sweet baby Jesus closed His little eyes.
Humbly, the shepherds gave worship and praise;
Bowing down softly where God's baby lay.
They told how the angels had spoken to them,
"Joy to the world and peace to all men!"
The wise men were coming, having followed the star.
They were bringing the Savior their gifts, from afar.
And up in God's Heaven, a great sigh was heard;
As the Angels looked down on God's own Living Word.
They had to come closer. They loved Him so much!
Their wings swept by Him, for just one more touch.
Then they nestled by legions, above His wee bed,
And spread out their wings; enclosing the shed.
Yes, trials would follow. A plan was engaged.
But just for tonight, the angels would say,
"Oh, men of earth, who struggle in vain ...
Seek here and find release from all shame.
Peace on the earth! Oh, learn it anew.
Peace! God has sent His own Son to you!"
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
When SANTA CLAUS Comes!
A good time is coming and I wish it were
here, the very best time in the whole of
the year! I'm counting each day on my
fingers and thumbs. The weeks that
must pass before Santa Claus comes!
Then when the first snowflakes begin
to come down, and the wind whistles
sharp, and the branches are brown, I'll
not mind the cold though my fingers
it numbs, for it brings the time nearer
when Santa Claus comes!
Have a Happy Holiday Season!
Little Tom Doubt
Now, children, if you will just gather about,
I'll tell you the story of little Tom Doubt.
Just sit on the floor there and look up at me;
Yes, yes, I'll take two of you. . . one on each knee.
And now I'll begin. Well, this little Tom Doubt
Said he couldn't figure old Santa Claus out.
He said that no reindeer could patter a hoof
Or gallop like mad on his snow-covered roof;
And he said that his chimney he knew was too small
For a white-whiskered saint to get down it at all,
And he didn't believe that the girls and the boys
From Santa Claus ever got candies and toys.
Now little Tom Doubt said, "I'll prove that I'm right;
No letter to Santa Claus this year I'll write.
I want a new sled and I want a new drum,
But I won't let him know that I want him to come.
I'll test out the Santa Claus story this year--
I won't even tell him that I'm living here.
"When he awoke in the morning, he found by his bed
The drum that he longed for, the new shiny sled,
And all that he wanted, yet never had told,
And his look of surprise was a joy to behold.
"Why, he's real! He has been here!"
cried little Tom Doubt, "But however
did Santa Claus find all this out?"
Edgar A Guest
Who Were The Wise Men?
Who were the Wise Men in the long ago?
Not Herod, fearful lest he lose his throne;
Not Pharisees too proud to claim their own;
Not priests and scribes whose province was to know;
Not money-changers running to and fro;
But three who traveled, weary and alone,
With dauntless faith, because before them shone
The Star that lead them to a manger low.
Who are the Wise Men now, when all is told?
Not men of science; not the great and strong;
Not those who wear a kingly diadem;
Not those whose eager hands pile high the gold;
But those amid the tumult and the throng
Who follow still the Star of Bethlehem.
~ B. Y. Williams ~
I AM THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
I enter the home of poverty and cause pale-faced
children to open wide their eyes in wonder.
I cause the aged to remember their youth...
and to laugh.
I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways
with filled baskets, leaving behind hearts
amazed at the goodness of the world.
I cause the prodigal to pause and send to anxious
family some little token of love. I enter dark
prison cells, causing scarred men to remember
what might have been and pointing to
better days ahead.
I enter the home of pain, and there lips that
are too weak to speak may tremble in silent,
eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways, I cause this weary world to
look up into the face of God and, for a few
moments, forget everything that is small
and wretched.
I am the Christmas Spirit!
A Christmas Poem from the Dog
Eyeing hydrants, digging holes, Drinking
from the toilet bowls... Playing games
of "tug-o'-war", Putting scratch marks
on your door...
Rolling over, playing dead, Getting dog
hair on your bed... Scaring folks who
bring the mail, Chasing cars, as
well as my tail...
Barking, begging, heeling, howling, And
also, on occasion, growling, Romping
through a field of grass Sneezing,
snoozing, passing gas...
Sniffing everything I see, Peeing on
the Christmas tree... Woofing,
wagging, chomping, chewing, These
are things I sure love doing!
(But I'll try not to do that tree thing...)
*unknown*
Angel Tears at Christmas
God sends His lovely angel tears
To us this time of year
They float and tumble through the air
And send out Christmas cheer.
Each flake He sends is special
From out of wintry skies
They paint a pretty picture
To soothe our weary eyes.
They glide and twirl as if to say
The season’s just begun
And gently beckon to us
To join in merry fun.
Like sparkling gems, they fill the sky
And quietly take up space
They seem to flow in harmony
Attired in angel lace.
At Christmas time when all is calm
We look to things above
For angel tears and Jesus
To fill our lives with love.
A sacred star shines in the East
As Christmas day draws near
A manger scene, a Holy night
And gentle angel tears.
The children gather ‘round the tree
To hear the Christmas story
As angel tears fall to the earth
To trim the earth in glory.
His precious tears drift to the earth
So everyone will know
A child was born in Bethlehem
It’s written in the snow.
So if you get to feeling blue
And plagued by worldly fears
Just look outside your window
God’s shedding angel tears.
Marilyn Ferguson
ferguson@adams.net
The Night Before Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas
I just couldn't sleep.
So I hopped out of bed
and downstairs I did creep.
I went to the kitchen
in search of a bite.
If I filled up my stomach,
perhaps I'd sleep tight.
The cupboard was empty
the fridge, it was bare.
I searched but I couldn't
find food anywhere.
I looked out the window:
Streets covered with snow;
at two in the morning--
just where could I go?
I spied my computer,
I just go boot-up that.
I'll take me online
for some Christmas Eve chat.
The modem connected
without a delay!
In the blink of an eye,
I'd be chatting away.
But no!!! voice bid me "Welcome"
or said: "You've got mail."
And I thought now's a bad time
for my sound card to fail.
My buddy list opened
with not even one name.
Is everyone sleeping?
Well, I'll go play a game.
I couldn't get into
Out Of Order or Slingo.
Strike A Match wouldn't work--and
neither did Bingo!!!!!!
The chat rooms were empty!
I thought: Wow--that's just great?
AOL picked a fine time
for another update.
IM's weren't working.
My mail wouldn't send.
I felt so alone.
Couldn't find just one friend.
But wait! What's that sound?
Did I just hear a chime?
There's someone else out there.
Somebody's on-line!
In wonder---I read:
"Hey!!! it's 3:53.
Your friends are all sleeping;
that's where you should be".
"Turn off that 'puter.
Take your hand off that mouse.
I have a few things
to drop off at your house".
"You know I can't stop there
while you're still awake.
I have schedules to keep.
Come on----Give Me A Break!"
If you really are Santa
(that jolly, old elf)
there's only one present
I'd wish for myself.
The folks on my buddy list.
Those friends far and near.
You just gather them up
and bring them right here.
In just a few hours
I awoke with a start.
It was only a dream--I sighed
heavy of heart.
I walked down the stairs
and there 'round my tree,
were all of the people
I thought I'd never see.
We laughed and we {{{{{{{{{{hugged}}}}}}}}}}}
and we just had a ball.
Hmmmmmm--maybe that wasn't
a dream after all.
So listen up people
this secret I'll tell:
I've found the real Santa---
---he's on A O L!!!!
If I Give You My Son
If I give you My Son,
Will you treat Him well?
Will you honor His Name
And heed what He'll tell?
Will you remember to thank,
For the wonders He'll do?
Will you love Him, if I
Give My Son to you?
If I give you My Son,
Will you see that He's warm?
Will you shelter Him here
And keep Him from harm?
When He's weary and worn,
From the deeds that He's done,
Will you pillow His head -
At the setting of sun?
If I give you My Son,
Will you walk hand in hand?
Will you live your life
The way He'll understand?
Oh, will you be a friend
That is trustworthy - true?
Will you love Him, if I
Give My Son to you?
If I give you My Son,
Will you lift Him up high?
Will you bring Him no shame,
Never cause Him to cry?
Will you live on in peace,
Praising Him as if one?
Will you love Him, if I
Give you My only Son?
Will you love Him, if I
Give you My only Son?
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
Christmas Wonderland
Deep within a snowy forest
Where none of us can see,
Live tiny Christmas Angels
Who decorate each tree.
With just a tiny flutter
Of a golden gilded wing,
The landscape is transformed
As sparkling snow they bring.
Each branch is gently covered
With glistening flakes of white,
Sprinkled then with silver flecks,
They work throughout the night.
Then comes the morning slowly
For all of us to see,
This lovely Christmas wonderland
They've made for you and me!
~ Charlotte Anselmo ~
This Is Christmas Day
Take away the Christmas tree
from the City Square.
Take away the manger scene.
We don't need it there.
Take away the shining lights.
The stars are still above.
And we don't need these plastic things
to tell us of God's Love!
Take away the little lamb.
Take away the hay.
In our hearts this special time
will still be Christmas Day.
Take away the wise men
and the little shepherd boy.
Do you think that will remove
this celebration of God's Joy?
For Christmas can't be anything
but the Birthday of our King.
Take away the things of clay
and still our praises ring!
You can say that day is night
or that the night is day.
But. your words are worthless.
We know this is Christmas Day!
How I love the wonder,
In a little child's first sight,
Of the star of Bethlehem -
all shining in the night!
Mary's face, that Baby's smile
And Joseph's tender care ...
Little ones deserve to see
This "fabled" scene so rare.
But take it all away
and see how God supplies our need.
He was flesh and blood.
We know the story of God's seed.
In our hearts that manger bed
holds the promise of God's Love.
You can never take away
what God sent us from above!
You can't issue order
to take stars down from the sky.
Christmas trees will still grow tall
on mountains, snowy white.
Love will still encircle earth,
as if to hear Him say,
"In your hearts you still will know
that this is Christmas Day!"
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
Hope this Christmas greeting
That's as warm as it can be,
Will show you're thought of often,
And today especially,
And hope that you'll remember,
When the Christmas season's gone,
The thought of you--the wishes, too,
Will still go on and on!!
Christmas In My Heart
We needn't have a Christmas
Like many people have each year,
Caught up in the hustle and the bustle
Of another business year.
Look for a real true Christmas,
The kind that warms you deep inside ...
Like spreading the love of Jesus
To the whole world, far and wide.
Be sure to have Christmas in your heart,
So our Savior really has His part.
We want the peace within
That a Real Christmas brings.
To feel His love inside,
Makes our hearts sing.
May Christmas be in our Heart,
Oh, Savior, be our Lord and King!
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
Wise Men Still Seek Him
The magi went to the east, when they saw the star.
They knew this was the new born Babe, and came from afar.
They brought gifts to Jesus, all the long way.
Many need Him. Wise men still seek Him, today.
King Herod was to have all little boys killed, two and under.
But, God gave Joseph another route. It was a wonder.
The wise still read His word and bring others, too,
Their hearts feeling His love in all they do.
He was the Christ child. Wise men know He is, still.
They who seek Him will always do His sweet will.
They will tell others. They will glorify His name
By telling others of the night our sweet Savior came.
Maybe the stable lit up brightly as Jesus was born,
Whether in the night or the early morn.
I know that He’s in my heart, forever to stay.
And, they say wise men still seek Him, every day.
I believe the little animals must have bowed down
To this new born Babe, in Bethlehem.
Even, the little bird knows He cares for their keep.
All over the world, He's the one wise men still seek.
© 2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker
write wildfern@attbi for permission to use this poem
Where Is Christmas?
In my heart, it's always Christmas,
As I know the Savior's love,
And I would not want to hoard it.
For, it came from God above.
So, I'll share, with those around me
What He shared so long ago,
Everlasting joy and blessings,
While I'm living here below.
In your heart, I hope it's Christmas -
That you, too, His great Love share -
That you know the loving comfort of
An answered, fervent, prayer.
I beseech you, my dear loved ones,
If you'd more of His love gain,
Pass it out to those around you.
It will all return, again!
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
THE BIRTHDAY OF MY KING
(tune - I'll be Home for Christmas)
Light the Christmas candles.
Set the manger scene.
Read Luke's precious story.
Tell what Christmas really means ...
Memories we treasure,
Songs we love to sing.
Tell the world that Christmas
Is the Birthday of our King!!
You can bring a smile to Jesus
And live a perfect day.
Greet with Love (like His above)
Everybody, on your way.
Jesus, let Your heart's love
Shine today in me ...
As I tell the world that Christmas
Is the Birthday of My King!!
Fill your days with laughter.
Dream for all you're worth.
Tell the world that Christmas
Is the sweetest day on Earth!!
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
Christmas Gifts
If only I could wrap the gifts
I should most like you to see,
They would sparkle like the rest ...
Beneath the annual Christmas tree.
But, I can't wrap these gifts to you.
They can't wear paper and a bow.
For, they come straight from my heart
And only love can make them glow.
I give you open admiration.
I give you respect and pride.
I give you support and sharing,
and joy at being by your side.
I give you warmth and tenderness.
I give you all good wishes, too.
I give you care and gentleness,
Straight from me to you.
Please accept these loving thoughts.
Put them where your heart can see.
For, when you place them there, my love,
You'll know they came from me.
© by Chris T. Johnson
MILLINGTONAMERIC@aol.com
A Lamb Without Blemish
There was born into this world, one sweet day,
A Lamb without blemish, in a manger, on a bed of hay.
The wise men saw the star in the east and had to go see,
Wondering, "Was this the Son of God? It had to be."
They saw the star shining brightly o'er the stall,
Knowing, on this babe of sovereignty, they'd come to call.
This sage and innocent Lamb changed the world, that day.
For Him was the scepter chosen, from old Satan to take the keys away.
He grew up in obedience to His parents and His Father.
Never sinned, with worldly things He didn't bother.
This Lamb was of God. He taught others how to be.
He showed them faith by walking on the water, out in the sea.
Old Satan tempted Him. But, He couldn't be bought.
He resisted every temptation, brought old Satan to naught.
Shunned by His Countrymen, paid in suffering, but not in vain;
Not He, but by ones who will one day kneel at the mention of His name.
I want to be there when this life is o'er, to kneel at His feet
And worship in prayer and song to this Lamb I'll meet,
See the streets of gold and maybe the tree of life (when this life is finished),
And be with our Savior; who is the Lamb unblemished.
© 2001-2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker
http://www.soon.org.uk/duncan_walker/index_walker.htm
http://christianpoetry.org/poets.html
-- Pearlie Walker
This Christ Child
This Christ Child is a gift of love,
Sent down to us from God above;
Our Little Savior, brought to earth.
It's time to celebrate His birth.
This Christ Child was loving and giving.
He gave us His life, so that we'd go on living.
Eternal Life was this Christ Child's end.
God sent His Son for our remission of sins.
This Christ Child, that was born in the hay,
Was a blessing to Mary and Joseph, that day;
As, this Christ child was chosen to be
A gateway to heaven, for you and for me.
This Christ Child was a huge sacrifice,
God's only Son, for (Our Eternal Life).
So, let us remember, on this Christ Child's birth,
He's the greatest gift ever, from heaven to earth.
Many Blessings: Merry Christmas
© 2001 by Vickie Lambdin
http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/lambdin/home.html
http://www.angelfire.com/nc2/treasuredthoughts/PoetryVickie.html
The Candle
Like the light of a bright candle
And the warmth of a fire's glow,
We brighten every corner
When we let God's love show.
© by Joyce C. Lock
Think of God
When the World Seems Shallow - LOVE
And Everything's Amiss - PEACE
Just Think of God - TRUTH
And Remember Who He Is - JOY
© by Joyce C. Lock
LITTLE BABY JESUS
Little Baby Jesus - He is not far away.
He was a gift from God that keeps giving every day.
You see Him in others that show their love toward you.
You see Him in trials that you could not, alone, do.
Little Baby Jesus was not a one time gift.
He is there everyday, giving you a helping lift.
You see Him in blessings, on you He does bestow.
You see Him in weakness, when He does faithfully show.
You see Him in sad times and in the glad times, too.
Little Baby Jesus - yes, He is still there for you.
© by Joyce C. Lock
What Kind of Friend Will You Be?
If I called you on the phone,
Yet your answering machine stayed on ...
If I had great news to share,
But, you really didn't want to hear ...
If I knocked on your front door
And you pretended not to be there ...
If instead, on my birthday,
You invited another to play ...
If you had a big party,
In honor of my worst enemy ...
If, invited, you slept in
Without visiting me, your best friend ...
What kind of friend would you be?
Christ said, "You have done it unto me."
When have you done this to your Lord?
Neglecting prayer, not reading the sword,
Ignoring his words to you,
Christmas, Halloween, missing church, too.
What kind of friend will you be?
All Jesus wants for Christmas is thee.
Ro. 8:1
GIVE JESUS A GIFT THIS CHRISTMAS
All He Wants Is Your Heart.
© by Joyce C. Lock
Miracles Still Happen
Some 2,000 years ago,
In the town of Bethlehem,
Was born a little baby boy
Of a virgin --
They called Him 'JESUS'.
Miracles Still Happen!
© by Joyce C. Lock
God's Gift
God's gift to you this Christmas
Is a present from the heart,
A present that is ...
So special - it can't be bought,
So priceless - it can't be sold,
Of such quality - it will never let you down,
So rare - it's one of a kind,
So precious - you'll want to share it.
There's only one gift that's all these ...
It's JESUS.
He'll make your life complete.
All you have to do is receive.
Jn.3:16
© by Joyce C. Lock
God Gave
God Gave
Jesus
So He
Could
Give Us
God.
© by Joyce C. Lock
God's Wonder
It's a wonder in the sky tonight,
To gaze toward Heaven's starlight.
The sun, the moon, and the stars so bright -
Shining love on all in sight,
Bringing truth from the night.
God, Master Creator, the Father of Lights.
Ec.3:11a
© by Joyce C. Lock
A CHRISTMAS GIFT
Time has come and no one knows
The place where there's a Birth not told.
A King seeks, but could not find.
Only three wise men were given a sign;
Time and a place for a King to be born.
For God had sent his only Son.
Joy to the world, we loudly sing.
Glory to the Newborn King:
Peace we need on earth, today.
For, all the joy is being taken away.
A gift of love, we need to give,
And shed some light on sorrowful tears.
Star of Light, shinning so bright.
May it be your star tonight.
You wish it may, or you wish it might.
But, let it well be 'the light of Christ'.
© by Betty Bolton
bettyjoe90@go.com
My Christmas Tree
I love my shining Christmas tree
And Jesus loves it, too ...
Because He knows what it means to me.
I'll share that, now, with you.
Atop my shining tree, I place a
Star to shine out bright;
Reminding me of Wise Men who
Were led by His star's light.
And there, within the branches,
Many strands of light are curled;
Symbolic that it's still His truth
That lights a darkened world!
A wooden manger was His bed,
When shepherds came to see.
Wooden toys and tools He saw,
While He played at Joseph's knee.
His hands, in youth, were taught to train
The wood the way to bend.
And from a wooden ship, He called
Some men to follow Him.
He laid, upon a wooden ship,
A pillow 'neath His head;
The night the raging storm arose
And "Peace, be still," was said.
At last, He laid upon the wood,
While wood thorns pierced His brow;
And let the ugly scars be made ...
So precious to me, now.
Nails in His hands and in His feet
Brought blood that paid the price.
A WOODEN cross could not but hold
The price of Paradise!
I cherish, yes, my Christmas tree
With shining lights above;
Because each branch, each trimming piece,
Reminds me of God's Love.
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
CHRISTMAS
It was a silent night in Bethlehem,
When Christ our King was born ...
While shepherds watched their sheep,
On that very early morn.
A brilliant star was shining
Upon that sacred shrine,
Of the Holy Family kneeling
Beside the manger of God Divine.
The shepherds followed this radiant star,
Of royal beauty bright,
And listened to the angels sing,
While praising God all through the night.
"Hosanna in the highest",
Unto Him all nations sing,
"Christ our Saviour is born this night.
'Tis Christ our Saviour King."
The radiance of His being
Will shine through all our lives,
And crush the sins of all mankind,
Upon which all evil thrives.
Oh, Blessed Child of Mary,
To whom all the world will bow,
'Tis God's Son - the only One,
To this our God forever will avow.
Oh, loving Saviour of mankind,
The souls of man both then and now
Will sing Your praises forever,
And unto You all knees will bow.
Each year we'll celebrate Your birth,
To please our God our King,
And pray You will come again,
So peace to this world You'll bring.
© Leslie M. Willson, Sr.
LMWillson@aol.com
"What Christmas Means"
C - Stands for The Christ Child that was born in Bethlehem.
H - Is the Heavenly Father who sent His son for mortal man.
R - Means our Redemption plan, this Christ Child's birth did bring.
I - Is Intercession for our sins from Christ Our King.
S - Says the brightest Star that led the wise men on their way.
T - Stands for this Treasured babe God sent to us, that day.
M - Proclaims the Meaning that this Christ Child's birth conceived.
A - Means His Atonement, with Grace, that saves those who believe.
S - Is God's greatest Sacrifice, His son's life, for you and me.
Hope you and yours have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Please let us remember to keep the word Christ in Christmas.
After all, He is the reason for the season:
Many Blessings
© 2002 Vickie Lambdin
http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/lambdin/home.html
http://www.angelfire.com/nc2/treasuredthoughts/PoetryVickie.html
Wise Men Still Seek Him
Is that a baby, on the hay ...
There, where the donkey used to lay,
With shepherds quaking down on the ground,
Angels hovering all around ...
Wise men seeking where He'll be found?
And, Wise Men Still Seek Him!
Wise Men, Still, Seek Him!
That little baby, on the hay,
Couldn't mean any thing today.
But, some say Jesus is living still,
Say He loves us and always will,
Gave His life on a lonely hill ...
For, wise men who seek Him.
Wise Men Still Seek Him!
Something, inside me, tells me
That He's in control of it all.
Something assures my heart
That He hears my every call.
Sweet little baby,on the hay,
King of the universe today ...
He won't leave us down here alone.
He went to Heaven to make a home.
He's coming soon and He'll take His own,
Those wise men who seek Him.
For, Wise Men Still seek Him!
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
"What Christmas Means"
C - Stands for The Christ Child that was born in Bethlehem.
H - Is the Heavenly Father who sent His son for mortal man.
R - Means our Redemption plan, this Christ Child's birth did bring.
I - Is Intercession for our sins from Christ Our King.
S - Says the brightest Star that led the wise men on their way.
T - Stands for this Treasured babe God sent to us, that day.
M - Proclaims the Meaning that this Christ Child's birth conceived.
A - Means His Atonement, with Grace, that saves those who believe.
S - Is God's greatest Sacrifice, His son's life, for you and me.
Hope you and yours have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Please let us remember to keep the word Christ in Christmas.
After all, He is the reason for the season:
Many Blessings
© 2002 Vickie Lambdin
Dear Santa,
All I want
For Christmas
Is him
To make me whole
Oh please,
Oh please Santa
Wrap him up
With a big red
Gift wrapping bow
Send him to me
On Christmas Eve
But please Santa
Please don't
Put him under
The Christmas tree
Put him in my
Loving arms
Right before
The clock alarms
I want to wake up
In pure bliss
With his
Good morning
Christmas kiss...
No matter what happens,
No matter what you do,
I hope that you will stay the same.
I hope you'll always be you.
You are very special,
No one can take that away.
So when the problems call
And the darkness falls,
Never forget that
someone cares about you.
Never forget your dreams;
They aren't as far away,
As you might think they seem.
Let nothing get you down,
And when the times get rough,
Simply smile like a circus clown.
There's a chill in the air
and the sweet smell of pine
Friends coming together
it's Christmas time
Children playing with sleds
on the new fallen snow
Toys in store windows
have their eyes all aglow
Chapel bells ringing
from the old town square
Decorations on Main Street
being put up with care
Christmas shoppers beginning
to fill the malls
Where trees are adorned
with garland and balls
Out Christmas shopping
I spotted a sign
Santa's Work Shop,
with children in line
I walked up closer
so that I could hear
What the children wanted
from Santa this year
When from in line
I saw a young lad
By the look on his face,
I could tell he was sad
I walked up closer
so that I could see
As he took his turn
upon Santa's knee
Santa, I don't want toys
under the tree
All I want is my Daddy, here
with Mommy and me
It's been so long
since he's been gone
When he left the grass was
still green on the lawn
You see, We're in the Military
and he had to go
And Mommy and I miss him,
more than you know
When I'm in bed and
she thinks I'm asleep
She reads over his letters
and starts to weep
But, if you can't do it,
I'll understand
Since Daddy's been gone,
I'm Mom's little man
As you deliver your presents,
give a message from me
We gave up Christmas with Daddy,
So children stay free!
Barbara Cox
I Love Christmas
The older I get ...The closer I
feel to old friends as I write
my Christmas cards...
The more I cherish old ornaments...
The more fondly I remember
Christmases past...
The longer I hold on to a
Christmas hug...
The more I realize Christmas
is a matter of the heart...
The tighter my throat gets when
I sing "Silent Night"...
The more I enjoy giving
than receiving...
The longer I sit at night
in the glow of the Christmas tree...
The more wondrously beautiful
the Christmas story...
The deeper my awe at
God's infinite love...The more
I love Christmas!
IF I Were Santa
If I were ol' Santa, you know what I'd do?
I'd omit silly gifts that are given to you.
And deliver some things just inside your front door.
Things you have lost, but treasured before.
I'd give you back all your maidenly vigor,
and to go along with it, a neat tiny figure.
Then restore the old color that once graced your hair,
before rinses and bleaches took residence there. I'd
bring back the shape with which you were gifted,
so things now suspended need not be uplifted.
I'd draw in your tummy and smooth down your back,
'til you'd be a dream in those tight-fitting slacks.
I'd remove all your wrinkles and leave only one chin,
so you wouldn't spend hours rubbing grease on your skin.
You'd never have flashes or queer dizzy spells, and
you wouldn't hear noises like ringing of bells.
No sore aching feet and no corns on your toes
no searching for spectacles when they're right on your nose.
Not a shot would you take in your arm, hip or fanny from a
doctor who thinks you're a nervous old granny.
You'd never have a headache, so no pills would you take.
And no heating pad needed, since your muscles won't ache.
Yes, if I were Santa, you'd never look stupid.
You'd be a cute little chick with the romance of a cupid.
I'd give a lift to your heart when those wolves start to whistle,
and the joys of your heart would be light as a thistle.
But alas! I'm not Santa...I'm simply just me,
the matronest of matrons you ever did see.
I wish I could tell you all the symptoms I've got,
but I'm due at my doctor's for an estrogen shot.
Even though we've grown older this wish is sincere:
Hope you had a good Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Daddy's Christmas Story
Mamma told the cutest Christmas stories.
I liked the way that Rudolph led the team.
Grandma told of sugar cookie kitchens
And the way they used to trim their Christmas tree.
But, Daddy always told me stories about Jesus,
Of a star that shown above a stable-bed,
Of the angels singing, "Glory to the Father!"
And a manger, where sweet Jesus laid His head.
Mamma said 'twas time for deeds of kindness.
And, the fire blazed warm and friendly, 'round our hearth,
Grandma helped with twinkling eyes, so merry.
But, Daddy's story was the sweetest one on earth!
Daddy always told me stories about Jesus,
Of a star that shown above a stable-bed,
Of the angels singing, "Glory to the Father!"
And a manger, where sweet Jesus laid His head.
Now, I'm grown. My children, in the evening,
Love the Christmas stories everybody tells.
But, just like me, the one that leaves them glowing
Is the story that my Daddy loved to tell!
Yes, Daddy always told us stories about Jesus,
How He came from heav'n to earth for you and me
And He bled and died to purchase our redemption,
When He hung upon the world's first Christmas tree.
My Daddy always told us stories about Jesus,
Of a star that shown above a stable bright,
Of the angels singing, "Peace on earth, good tidings!"
And sweet baby Jesus born on Christmas night!
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
An Internet Christmas
T'was the Internet Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Net,
There were hacker's a surfing. Nerds? Yeah, you bet.
The e-mails were stacked by the modem with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The newbies were nestled all snug by their screens,
While visions of Java danced in their dreams.
My wife on the sofa and me with a snack,
We just settled down at my rig (it's a Mac).
When out in the Web there arose such a clatter,
I jumped to the site to see what was the matter.
To a new page my Mac flew like a flash,
Then made a slight gurgle. It started to crash!!
I gasped at the thought and started to grouse,
Then turned my head sideways and clicked on my mouse.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
My Mac jumped to a page that wasn't quite clear.
When the image resolved, so bright and so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
More rapid than mainframes, more graphics they came,
Then Nick glanced toward my screen, my Mac called them by name;
"Now Compaq! Now Acer!", my speaker did reel;
"On Apple! On Gateway!" Santa started to squeal!
"Jump onto the circuits! And into the chip!
Now speed it up! Speed it up! Make this thing hip!"
The screen gave a flicker, he was into my "Ram",
Then into my room rose a full hologram!
He was dressed in all red, from his head to his shoes,
Which were black (the white socks he really should lose).
He pulled out some discs he had stored in his backpack.
Santa looked like a dude who was rarin' to hack!
His eyes, how they twinkled! His glasses, how techno!
This ain't the same Santa that I used to know!
With a wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
Santa soon let me know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, gave my Mac a quick poke,
And accessed my C drive with only a stroke.
He defragged my hard drive, and added a "Dimm",
Then threw in some cool games, just on a whim!
He worked without noise, his fingers they flew!
He distorted some pictures with Kai's Power Goo!
He updated Office, Excel and Quicken,
Then added a screensaver with a red clucking chicken!
My eyes widened a bit, my mouth stood agape,
As he added the latest version of Netscape.
The drive gave a whirl, as if it were pleased,
St. Nick coyly smiled, the computer appeased.
Then placing his finger on the bridge of his nose,
Santa turned into nothing but ones and zeros!
He flew back into my screen and through my uplink,
Back into the net with barely a blink.
But I heard his sweet voice as he flew from my sight,
"Happy surfing to all, and to all a good byte!"
The First Christmas
Mary brought forth her firstborn son,
Wrapped Him up in swaddling clothes.
She laid Him in a manger,
because there was no room ...
No room for them in the inn.
And, we found Love ...
Love from the Mighty Creator of all.
Love from the angels, as they came to call
Love from the Heavens, a new star so bright
Love came to visit God's children that night!
Shepherds heard the angels sing
Of the tiny newborn King.
They found Him in a manger,
because there was no room ...
No room for them in the inn.
And, we found Love ...
Wise men brought their gifts so rare,
To the Babe so wondrously fair.
The wisest of all men will keep Him in their hearts.
Make room for Him in you heart
And you'll find Love ...
Love from the Mighty Creator of all,
Love from the angels, as they come to call
Love from the Heavens, a new star so bright
Love comes to visit God's children that night!
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
"The memories most endearing
no matter where I roam,
are those of Christmas' past
in a place I knew as home.
The magic of the season
with scent of wax and pine,
The aroma from the kitchen
that beckoned us to dine.
The dancing lights upon the tree
that cast their yuletide spell,
The joyous song of carolers
singing "Peace on Earth, Noel"
The memories of lost loved ones
they live and always will,
for one ever dies in our hearts
(in a place where time stands still)
The treasured scenes of yesteryear
could prayer but make them last?
Traditions of the heart live on
in dreams of Christmas' past.
~ unknown ~
A Savior Was Born
You have to pay your taxes,
The Emperor decreed, one day.
You must go to your own city.
So, many journeyed on their way,
The road was long and dusty.
The nights were freezing cold.
But, many had the Lord to guide them
Like the shepherd guides his fold.
Bethlehem was the destination
Of two weary travelers, that night.
They hoped to find a room there,
Out of the snow, so cold and white.
Gentle Mary, great with child,
And Joseph, the carpenter strong,
Found no room at any Inn ~
After traveling all day long,
Finally, a stable was offered
And a Savior was born that day;
Jesus, who would grow up to die,
Our debt of sins He'd have to pay.
Gentle Mary went to Bethlehem
And a Savior was born that day;
Jesus, the reason for the season,
With love we celebrate your day.
© 2002 by Claytia Doran
Put Jesus Back In Christmas
Christmas Eve is just around the corner
And I wonder what it will bring.
Will God fill our hearts to overflowing,
As He did one night when angels sang?
Will we think of all our blessings
And remember many do without?
Or, will Christmas be a cold season;
Because we left dear Jesus out?
Be sure to tell someone you love them.
Make the time to serve your fellow man.
Thank the Lord, above, you're living;
Clinging a little tighter to His Hand.
Can't you hear a world that's crying?
Can't you feel the yearning across the land,
To put Jesus back into Christmas?
Let's put Jesus in Christmas, once again.
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
A Special Gift
I wanted to give the Lord a gift.
But, what had I for him?
Money was scarce at my house.
Christmas was looking grim.
I went to the store to look for
What I could give my Lord.
It had to be something special,
Something I knew I could afford.
I stood, looking in the window,
When I heard a pitiful sob.
"What's wrong," I asked the woman.
She said, "My husband lost his job.
I can't afford to buy him a gift.
I wish Christmas would never come."
I smiled, as I opened my wallet,
And, from my Christmas money, gave her some,
Now, my money was even less.
But, it's alright, I thought.
I still had enough to pay for
The gift of love I sought.
Then, I saw it, the perfect gift.
But, I, also, saw a child in tears.
I knelt down and took his hand.
Somehow, I had to calm his fears.
"We just don't have any money,"
He said, as he wiped his eyes.
"I wanted to give Mommy a present,
Because I know how hard she tries."
Once again, I opened my wallet
And my last few dollars were given.
Now, I couldn't buy that special gift.
My heart sank as I looked toward Heaven.
"Lord, I wanted to give to you
A gift that came from my heart.
Now, I'm the one with no money."
Then, I felt the teardrops start.
"My Child," the Lord whispered,
"You gave, not one but, two gifts
That came from your heart
And given with love by you."
© 2002 by Claytia Doran
Blessed Holy Night
Blessed Holy day we will soon see,
The day a Holy Babe came to you and me.
Christmas is here, again, all full of cheer.
Blessed Holy night and Happy New Year.
Oh, joyous night when Christ was born.
Love wrapped around us, no more to mourn.
The night and day is Holy, a Savior came.
He puts love in our hearts, all the same.
Oh! Joy to the world, a miraculous name.
All Gods children, His name to proclaim.
Oh, Holy night, I hear the Angels sing.
Blessed Holy night, peace to bring.
Glory in the highest. A babe of God is born
The magi brought gifts, His name to adorn.
Holy, Holy, Holy, Glory He did bring.
Holy, Holy, Holy, King of Kings.
© 2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker
write wildfern@attbi for permission to use this poem
Little Baby Jesus
The taxes were to be paid that day,
While Joseph and Mary were on the way.
No place could be found for our little Jesus,
Though it is He who had come to save us.
Behold, Mary had to go into a stable
To deliver the Babe. She was able.
A star shone brightly on His little head,
As He lay in a manger on a little straw bed.
The star led the magi to the Babe of fame
And found that Jesus was His sweet name.
Can we imagine the glow in Mary's heart,
Knowing, one day, this Babe would part ...
To save a world of people from sin
And she'd see Him when He came back again?
The star seems a symbol of the Holy night
Shining down on the stable, so very bright.
Even the night seemed to sense the peace
From a love, like none other, to release.
Yes, it was bright that night ~ from a star
That drew the wise men from afar.
They brought frankincense and myrrh,
Loving the Babe and all that did occur;
Going from the country, in a different way,
That Jesus might live to save all, one day!
© 2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker
write wildfern@attbi for permission to use this poem
I Learned All About Life From a Snowman...
~ It's okay if you're a little bottom heavy.
~ Hold your ground, even when the heat is on.
~ Wearing white is always appropriate.
~ Winter is the best of the four seasons.
~ It takes a few extra rolls to make a good midsection.
~ There's nothing better than a foul weather friend.
~ The key to life is to be a jolly, happy soul.
~ We're all made up of mostly water.
~ You know you've made it when they write a song about you.
~ Accessorize! Accessorize! Accessorize!
~ Don't get too much sun.
~ It's embarrassing when you can't look down and see your feet.
~ It's fun to hang out in your front yard.
~ Always put your best foot forward.
~ There's no stopping you once you're on a roll.
If Christmas Is Only For Children
Then it's also there for you and me . . .
for isn't it through the eyes of a child
that we see the Christmas tree?
I love the sounds of Christmas
and love all that it can be . . .
If only I don't let the joy
drift away from me.
The child that's deep inside my heart...
was brought to life one Christmas Eve
as I sat beside the fireplace...
restfully taking time to read.
My Christmas tree was twinkling...
It was such a lovely sight...
But something there was missing..
it didn't seem as bright.
It wasn't as I remembered,
so many years ago....
when Christmas Eve was filled
with so much joy
....Oh, I loved it so.
Was it missing a special ornament?
An angel bright and golden?
Or was it missing something else,
something the years had stolen?
Suddenly, I heard a sound
deep within my memory.
I headed for the attic
with the hopes that I would see....
Exactly what was missing...
and it meant so much to me.
With all the joy of years gone by
I went from box to trunk
It had to be there somewhere
amidst what some would think was junk!
As I moved one box and then another...
childlike excitement rose..
There was a treasure hidden there
beneath the dusty piles of clothes.
The years had packed away
much more than I had ever realized
but then it all came rushing back
right before my eyes!
A silly looking teddy bear...
with missing fur and
just one ear....
was right where I had put him
thinking I'd passed my childish years.
But as I hugged him to my breast
as tightly as before...
the child within my heart awoke
and knew what Christmas had in store.
You see, I had thought my Christmas joy
was gone forever more...
But there it was just waiting
for me to open up the door.
Waiting in my heart
and in my memories....
and 'Giggles' now would take his place
beside my Christmas tree.
What was it that was missing?
It wasn't the 'teddy bear'....
but the child that I had locked away...
and I might have left her there...
If I had not realized
on that Christmas Eve so crispy cold....
that what was missing from my Christmas
was the child I'd let grow old!
Release the child within your heart.....
allow her to see the tree.
Read her the Savior's story
and have a Happy Christmas
- from me.
It isn't Xmas, but Christmas
For that's the day Christ came.
When you take Christ out of Christmas
You cross out life's best name.
I wonder why they cross out Christ,
The best that God could give.
I wonder why they've forgotten.
That we for Him should live.
Why take Christ's name out of Christmas?
For He came to set us free.
If we had Christmas without Christ
How hopeless we would be.
Why, is it ~ that they cross out Christ,
The greatest gift of all?
Why, is it ~ that nobody cares
Or listens to His call?
To me ~ X stand for nothing,
Then why, cross His name out?
To me ~ Christ means everything
He took away my doubt.
I'll never try to shame my Lord,
I'll keep His name in place;
Then when life here below is over,
I'll see Him face to face.
Let us all, "KEEP CHRIST IN CHRISTMAS"
Love and serve Him this year.
It isn't Xmas but it's Christmas,
Ring it out, loud and clear.
~ author unknown ~
MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB
MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB.
HIS SOUL WAS WHITE AS SNOW.
AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT,
HER LAMB WAS SURE TO KNOW.
HE FOLLOWED HER TO CHURCH ONE DAY,
WHICH GLORIFIED ALL MARY'S RULES.
IT CAUSED MARY TO SING AND PRAISE,
TO KNOW SHE HADN'T RAISED ANY FOOLS.
YES, MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB,
WHOSE SOUL WAS WHITE AS SNOW.
MARY RAISED HER LAMB THAT WAY,
KNOWING, IN GOD, HE WOULD GROW.
© BY CLAYTIA DORAN
bbabe@cox-internet.com
Come Home For Christmas
Unlock the door of your heart -
Enter the gentleness within.
Open the window of your soul -
Breathe in the season of miracles.
No matter how far you've traveled,
It's time to come home now,
Where Christmas abounds in love.
Judith A.Lindberg
At Christmas time there was a man,
who looked so out of place.
As people rushed about him,
at a hurried sort of pace.
He stared at all the Christmas lights,
the tinsel everywhere.
The shopping center Santa Claus,
with children gathered near.
The mall was packed with shoppers,
who were going to and fro.
Some with smiles, some with frowns,
and some too tired to go.
They rested on benches,
or they hurried on their way.
To fight the crowds for purchases,
to carry home that day.
The music from the stereo,
was playing loud and clear.
Of Santa Claus and snowmen,
and funny nosed reindeer.
He heard the people talk about,
the good times on the way.
Of parties, fun and food galore,
and gift exchange that day.
I'd like to know what's going on,
the man was heard to say.
There seems to be some sort,
of celebration on the way.
And would you tell me who this is,
all dressed in red and white.
And why are children asking "him"
about a special night.
The answer came in disbelief,
I can't believe my ear.
I can't believe you do not know,
that Christmas time is here.
The time when Santa comes around,
with gifts for girls and boys.
When they are asleep on Christmas Eve,
he leaves them books and toys.
The man you see in red and white,
is Santa Claus so sly.
The children love his joyful laugh,
and twinkle in his eye.
His gift packed sleigh is pulled along,
by very small reindeer.
As he flies quickly through the air,
while darting here and there.
The children learn of Santa Claus,
while they are still quite small.
When Christmas comes "he" is the most,
"important" one of all.
The stranger hung His head in shame,
He closed a nail pierced hand.
His body shook in disbelief,
He did not understand.
A shadow crossed His stricken face,
His voice was low but clear.
"After all these years they still don't know."
And JESUS shed a tear.
No matter what language we say it in, we wish you all a very "Merry
Christmas and a very Happy New Year"
Bohemian: "Vesele Vanoce"
Brazilian: "Boas Festas e Feliz Ano Novo"
Chinese - [Cantonese]: "Gun Tso Sun Tan'Gung Haw Sun"
Croatian: "Sretan Bozic"
Czech: "Prejeme Vam Vesele Vanoce a stastny Novy Rok"
Danish: "Glædelig Jul og godt nytår"
Dutch: "Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een Gelukkig Nieuwjaar"
English: "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year"
Filipino: "Maligayang Pasko"
Finnish: "Hyvää Joulua or Hauskaa Joulua"
French: "Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année"
Gaelic: "Nollaig chridheil agus Bliadhna mhath ur"
German: "Froehliche Weihnachten und ein glückliches Neues Jahr"
Greek: "Kala Christougenna Kieftihismenos O Kenourios Chronos"
Hawaiian: "Mele Kalikimaka & Hauoli Makahiki Hou"
Hebrew: "Mo'adim Lesimkha. Shana Tova"
Hindi: "Shub Naya Baras"
Hungarian: "Kellemes Karacsonyiunnepeket & Boldog Új Évet"
Irish: "Nollaig Shona Dhuit"
Italian: "Buon Natale e Felice Anno Nuovo"
Japanese: "Shinnen omedeto. Kurisumasu Omedeto"
Korean: "Sung Tan Chuk Ha"
Latin: "Natale hilare et Annum Nuovo"
Lithuanian: "Linksmu Kaledu ir laimingu Nauju metu"
Norwegian: "God Jul og Godt Nyttår"
Polish: "Wesolych Swiat i Szczesliwego Nowego Roku"
Portuguese: "Boas Festas e um feliz Ano Novo"
Romanian: "Craciun fericit si un An Nou fericit"
Russian: "Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva i s Novim Godom"
Scots Gaelic: "Nollaig chridheil huibh"
Serbian: "Hristos se rodi"
Serb-Croatian: "Sretam Bozic. Vesela Nova Godina"
Sicilian: "Bon Natali e Prosperu Annu Novu"
Slovak: "Vesele Vianoce. A stastlivy Novy Rok"
Spanish: "Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo"
Swedish: "God Jul och Gott Nytt År"
Thai: "Suksan Wan Christmas lae Sawadee Pee Mai"
Ukrainian: "Veseloho Vam Rizdva i Shchastlyvoho Novoho Roku" Or
"Srozhdestvom Kristovym"
Vietnamese: "Chuc Mung Giang Sinh - Chuc Mung Tan Nien"
Welsh: "Nadolig LLawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda"
Yiddish: "Gute Vaynakhtn un a Gut Nay Yor"
Yugoslavian: "Cestitamo Bozic"
"There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child."
~ Erma Bombeck ~
Jesus
Of all the stars in Heaven,
And as they shine so bright,
There was one that was so glorious
On a bright December night.
It marked a little stable
In Bethlehem, they say.
Unto the world a gift was given
And remembered, until this day.
A precious little baby
Was delivered by a smiling virgin mom.
She had been told, by an angel,
What her special Son would become.
As He grew up, here on Earth,
In Heaven all His time was spent.
They named this baby 'Jesus'.
People followed Him wherever He went.
It seemed He was invincible,
No matter what was said.
He began to feed the hungry
And He even raised the dead.
There is no end to the good He'd do
While He wandered here, on Earth.
But, everyone knew He was our Savior,
Ever since His precious birth.
Now, Jesus, I wish I could have met You
And talked with You man to man,
Or maybe received my healing,
With a touch of Your mighty hand.
You're my precious Lord and Savior,
And this You'll always be.
For, You will live inside this heart
For all of eternity.
Through the streets they made You walk,
My Lord, all black and blue.
I swear, I wish I could have been there
To have taken the pain for you.
But with the cross upon Your shoulders,
They led You to that hill.
Oh, Lord, this breaks my heart
And I know it always will.
As if You hadn't suffered
Quite enough for us, You see,
They threw You on the ground
And they nailed You to that tree.
While You were hanging
And Your blood was pouring out,
The darkness moved upon them
And suddenly You cried out,
"Father, please forgive them.
For, they know not what they do."
Oh, Jesus, even in dying,
You remembered to be true.
© by Gary Hall
http://www.geocities.com/garyhallministry
"Christmas--that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It
may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer,
but always it will be a day of remembrance--a day in which we think of everything we
have ever loved."
~Augusta E. Rundel~
"The Magi, as you know, were wise men - wonderfully wise men who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They
invented the art of giving Christmas presents."
~ O. Henry ~
Sweet Baby Jesus
Sweet Baby Jesus, You lay nestled in my arms.
And for now, it doesn't matter that we're hearing stable sounds.
For, wonder overwhelms me. Though, I know it's really true
That God, in His great mercy, sent us You.
Sweet Baby Jesus, You've left Your home above;
Come to visit us from Heaven to fill our hearts with Love.
It's easy, as I hold You and sweet joy o'er flows my cup,
To imagine how the world will lift You up!
Sweet Little Jesus, how will You relate to man?
For, You now have his weaknesses, according to God's plan.
I've seen greed and jealousy in action, here, in man.
Oh, Jesus! Overcome it, if You can.
Precious Little Savior, I can see You through the years ...
As You walk among God's children, comforting their doubts and fears.
I know that they will love You and accept Your gift of love,
As You'll prepare their hearts for fellowship above.
Oh, the world needs you and no one else will do.
For, no one else can fill the longing in each heart.
God in human form; great and deep and warm
Perfect love and grace to us imparts.
Sweet loving Jesus, is that You upon Your knees ...
With great drops of perspiration, all alone in Gethsemane?
Won't you please call back those angels that sang at Your birth,
Let them bear You back to Heaven, from this earth?
Sweet Savior Jesus, is that You upon that tree ...
Covered, so completely, with the sins of humanity?
I can hardly recognize You. You've been purity and truth
Since that night You lay beneath the stable roof.
Still, the world needs you. No one else will do.
For, no one else can fill the longing in each heart;
Love personified, great and deep and wide.
'Twas for all the world, Our Savior Died!
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
"Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to
miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and everyone
round the Christmas fire, and make the little picture shining in our bright young eyes, complete."
~ Charles Dickens ~
"Politically Correct Santa"
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves,"
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the North Pole,
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur-trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's war-like or non-pacific.
No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passé;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, its price beyond worth...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
~ Harvey Ehrlich ~
THE MANGER
Away in the manger, this cold, cold, night,
Lay our little Savior, while the star shone bright;
Leading the wise men to the place where He lay
There, with His mother, Mary, on a mattress of hay ...
Bringing Him gifts of frankincense, myrrh, and gold;
To worship the baby Jesus, the story's been told.
When God told them of the king that would harm the babe, that day,
They went through another country, out of the way.
Oh, what a wonderful blessing the Lord did to us give;
To send His little Son, the Savior, our sins to forgive.
How can we ever thank Him except to believe and except His Son,
Knowing, deep inside our hearts, God's Son is the One?
He is the way, the truth, and the light.
He made Heaven and earth, with the stars so bright.
He waits for us to call upon His glorious name, so fair.
And, when we do, He'll write our name in the book of life, up there.
© 1999 by Pearlie Duncan Walker
http://www.soon.org.uk/duncan_walker/index_walker.htm
http://christianpoetry.org/poets.html
-- Pearlie Walker
"When You Light Candles
This Holiday Season"
I will light candles this Holiday Season
Candles of joy...despite all sadness,
Candles of hope...where despair keeps watch.
Candles of courage...where fear is ever present,
Candles of peace...for tempest-tossed days,
Candles of grace...to ease heavy burdens.
Candles of love...to inspire all my living,
Candles that will burn all the year long.
Joy Hope Courage Peace Grace Love
~Howard Thurman~
"Santa's Prayer"
The sleigh was all packed, the reindeer were fed,
but Santa still knelt by the side of the bed.
"Dear Father," he prayed "be with me tonight,
there's much work to do and my schedule is tight.
I must jump in my sleigh and streak through the sky,
knowing full well that a reindeer can't fly.
I will visit each household before the first light,
I'll cover the world and all in one night.
With sleigh bells a-ringing, I will land on each roof,
amid the soft clatter of each little hoof.
To get into the house is the difficult part,
so I'll slide down the chimney of each child's heart.
My sack will hold toys to grant all their wishes,
the supply will be endless like the loaves and the fishes.
I will fill all the stockings and not leave a track
I will eat every cookie that is left for my snack.
I can do all these things Lord, only through you,
I just need Your blessing, then it's easy to do.
All this is to honor the birth of the One,
that was sent to redeem us, Your most holy Son.
So to all of my friends, least Your glory I rob,
please Lord, remind them Who gave me this job".
"The Night Before Christmas"
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the field,
stood some shepherds awatching, while some of them kneeled.
Their campfires were warm in the wintery air,
with hopes that the dawning sun soon would be there.
When out of the sky there arose such a glory,
they sprang to their feet, and heard The Great Story!!
For what to their wondering eyes should appear,
but an Angel who told them they "never should fear".
"To all people will come the Good News of great joy:
"A manger-born Savior!: Lord Jesus---a boy!!"
Then suddenly Heavenly Hosts with a cry,
sang praises that echoed and rang thru the sky.
"Now glory to God in the highest of Heaven,
and peace be to men on Earth is now given!"
To Bethlehem's manger the shepherds they ran,
their hearts full of wonder---like any a man.
And there after midnight they found in the shed,
The swaddling-clothed Savior asleep in His bed.
And so as we celebrate Christmas once more
and purchase the presents and cards by the score.
Let us hear us exclaim, ere we drive out of sight,
"The Lord Jesus, our Savior, was born on that Night!!"
~Pastor Paul R Hansen, Christmas 1960~
"Ladies' Night Before Christmas"
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my shack,
I'm scrubbing and cooking and breaking my back.
The presents are wrapped, I forgot names and sizes.
The kids will be getting some Cracker Jack prizes.
The gang is all here, they do eat like horses.
I know they're expecting 5 or 6 courses.
They brought two ugly dogs that bark, scratch and fight.
One just peed on my tree, I might kill them tonight.
But miracles happen, do I see what I see?
They did bring present for pooped little me.
Oh, what to my wondering eyes did appear?
A new mop with some soap, and a six-pack of beer.
Thank goodness it's over and now I confess,
I'm moving and leaving no forwarding address!
Great Grandmother's Visit
Great Grandma came to visit us,
When I was only four.
We were way out in the country
And there wasn't any store.
But, my Grandma killed a chicken
And went down the cellar steps;
Where the apples smelled, of sweet decay,
And home canned goods were kept.
So, we feasted. But, Great Grandma
Didn't eat as much as I!
I really worried 'bout her when
She turned down apple pie!
With her hair all shiny silver
And her frame near double-bent,
She gather me up to her and
To the featherbed we went.
It was cold, and in the winter,
All those rooms were shut away.
So, we ran across the icy floors.
'Tween sheets of ice we lay,
She told me, "Put your toesies
Right here, in my warm hand."
Then we cuddled, close together,
As I drifted to dreamland.
She told me tales of Joseph
And his coat of colors bright.
She told me of three wise men
Following a star, so bright.
Then, she told me that she often stayed up,
Ironing, late at night ...
For the Savior, of the manger, was
Watching day and night.
She recited poems she'd written
(And, some were funny, too!)
I never dreamed I'd still recall,
At this age, quite a few.
What a different world I live in,
From those days so long ago ...
When Great Grandma came to visit
And the world was white, with snow.
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
"Cook's Night Before Christmas"
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the kitchen;
I was cooking and baking and moaning and bitching.
I've been here for an hour, I can't stop to rest.
This rooms a disaster, just look at this mess!
Tomorrow I've got thirty people to feed.
They expect all the trimmings. Who cares what I need!
My feet are both blistered, I've got cramps in my legs.
The cat just knocked over a bowl full of eggs.
There's a knock at the door and the telephones ringing;
frosting drips on the counter as the microwaves dinging.
Two pies in the oven, desserts almost done;
my cookbook is soiled with butter and crumbs.
I've had all I can stand, I can't take any more.
Then walks in my husband. spilling rum on the floor.
He weaves and he wobbles, his balance unsteady;
then grins as he chuckles "The eggnog is ready!"
He looks all around and with total regret,
says "What's taking so long....aren't you through in here yet??'
As quick as a flash I reach for a knife;
He loses an earlobe; I wanted his life !!
He flees from the room in terror and pain
"My God woman, you're going insane!!"
Now what was I doing, and what is that smell?
Oh darn it's the pies!! They're burned all to hell!!
I hate to admit when I make a mistake,
but I put them on broil instead of on bake.
What else can go wrong?? Is there still more ahead??
If this is good living. I'd rather be dead.
Lord, don't get me wrong, I love holidays;
it just leaves me exhausted, all shaky and dazed.
But I promise you one thing, if I live till next year,
You won't find me pulling my hair out in here.
I'll hire a maid, hire a cook, and even hire some waiters;
and if that doesn't work, I'll call in the caterers!!!
"Our Tree"
Last night I trimmed my Christmas tree-
(Well; Pete, and Dan, and Chrissy and Me).
I had mixed up some eggnog, as I always do,
and popped the traditional popcorn, too.
The tree on the table stood ready for lights,
so I put them on first as I sang "Silent Night".
The ornament boxes I opened with care,
for many years' memories rested in there.
I took out the red bows, remembering well,
the year that I made them with my sister, Nell.
I pulled out the stars that were knitted with care,
by a neighborhood lady we called our "Aunt Claire".
I lifted an ornament, shaped like a bell,
all it's glitter was gone, but I hung it as well.
A little toy train was the next one I found
and remembered my brother's attempt at the sound.
A dozed glass bulbs, although scratched, were hung then,
but with two of them broken, I could use only ten.
White dress; golden halo; and a smile on her face,
my Grandma's small angel, on top, I then placed.
Down in the last box, wrapped so -carefully-
the Nativity Scene, to place 'neath the tree.
"Away in a Manger" I hummed to myself
as I put away boxes on my closet shelf.
Then I stood back, to survey our beautiful tree;
Just the Parakeet, Puppy, My Kitten, and Me.
~Kathie Dillon Kellar~
"Computer Christmas"
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop,
The computers were whirring; they never do stop.
The power was on and the temperature right,
In hopes that the input would feed back that night.
The system was ready, the program was coded,
And memory drums had been carefully loaded;
While adding a Christmassy glow to the scene,
The lights on the console, flashed red, white and green.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
The programmer ran to see what was the matter.
Away to the hallway he flew like a flash,
Forgetting his key in his curious dash.
He stood in the hallway and looked all about,
When the door slammed behind him, and he was locked out.
Then, in the computer room what should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
And a little old man, who with scarcely a pause,
Chuckled: "My name is Santa...the last name is Claus."
The computer was startled, confused by the name,
Then it buzzed as it heard the old fellow exclaim.
"This is Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
And Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen."
With all these odd names, it was puzzled anew;
It hummed and it clanked, and a main circuit blew.
It searched in its memory core, trying to "think";
Then the multi-line printer went out on the blink.
Unable to do its electronic job,
It said in a voice that was almost a sob:
"Your eyes - how they twinkle - your dimples so merry,
Your cheeks so like roses, your nose like a cherry,
Your smile - all these things, I've been programmed to know,
And at data-recall, I am more than so-so;
But your name and your address (computers can't lie),
Are things that I just cannot identify.
You've a jolly old face and a little round belly,
That shakes when you laugh like a bowlful of jelly;
My scanners can see you, but still I insist,
Since you're not in my program, you cannot exist!"
Old Santa just chuckled a merry "ho, ho",
And sat down to type out a quick word or so.
The keyboard clack-clattered, its sound sharp and clean,
As Santa fed this "data" to the machine:
"Kids everywhere know me; I come every year;
The presents I bring add to everyone's cheer;
But you won't get anything - that's plain to see;
Too bad your programmers forgot about me."
Then he faced the machine and said with a shrug,
"Merry Christmas to All," as he pulled out its plug!
That Night
Upon a night, so cold and drear,
A tiny Babe was born, so dear
That hosts of angels came to earth
To glorify the infants birth.
To shepherds in the fields at night,
They came and soothed their hearts of fright.
And, to those in the stable cave,
The shepherds seemed so bold and brave.
And still, the precious story holds
The Hope of mankind, in it's fold.
Peace on the earth, good will to men.
God let it, very soon, begin!
© by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
If Only In My Dreams
The snow had started falling.
Joyous laughter filled the air.
The smell of Christmas cookies
Was more than I could bear.
The lights were blinking on the tree.
Christmas bells were gaily ringing.
Yippee, we get to open presents,
The children were busy singing.
The men were watching football.
The ladies were busy preparing.
Little girls were whispering secrets
And boys were worried about sharing.
Many questions were being asked.
Yet, the question, that bear repeating,
Hung heavy on all our lips,
"Gee, Mom. When are we eating?"
Stockings were filled to overflowing.
Our bellies were, too, it seems.
Yes, I'll be home for Christmas,
If only in my dreams.
© 2002 by Claytia Doran
Come, Brilliant Star
Come, brilliant star. Shine out, brightly.
Wise men are following you.
Point out the path to the Savior.
Let your prediction come true!
Patience rewarded ~ (your waiting).
You’ve hung in the wings so long.
Make a majestic evening,
Filled with angelic songs!
Then, when the wise men find Jesus
And give Him the precious gifts, rare,
Sparkle the gold ~ carry fragrance
Out on the clear evening air.
Shine! Brilliant star, shine to Heaven!
Shine to the earth, below!
Shine, so there are no doubters!
Shine, so that all men will know ...
Jesus has come to be Savior!
He’ll give His life ~ set us free!
Jesus, the precious Redeemer;
Bright Morning Star, to me!
Star of the Morning, to me!
© 2002 by Joan Clifton Costner
~ My Ornaments ~
I'm putting up the Christmas tree
And it makes me realize
How very different I must seem,
So unique in my Savior's eyes.
Each ornament has a story.
No two are quite the same.
Here's the one that I had made,
Painted with my baby's name.
Here's the one that I had ordered
From a movie I once saw.
And, here's the first one I ever bought
It's the reindeer made of straw.
My daughter made this one in Daycare.
She was so proud of what she'd done.
Oh, and here's my very favorite,
The one with Mary and her baby son.
We all are like these ornaments;
Different stories, shapes, and size.
How unique we all must seem
When seen through our Savior's eyes.
© 2002 by Claytia Doran
I Found Christmas
Standing in the checkout line,
My attitude getting worse.
I had no more patience left
And very little money in my purse.
People were pushing and shoving,
And taking stuff out of my basket.
I had lost my Christmas spirit
And I didn't even try to mask it.
It was then I saw the little girl
Paying for a red haired dolly.
But, it was what happened next
That turned Christmas from sour to jolly.
She told of how she'd been here, once,
To buy medicine for her mother.
She had hoped to have enough left
For something for her and her brother.
Daddy doesn't send any money.
So, Mama says toys are out.
Right then, I seemed to remember
What Christmas was all about.
The lady said there's not enough
For your dolly and this car.
I stepped in and said, "Check again.
You're wrong. I know you are."
I winked at her and she caught on.
Then, she counted the money, again.
"You're absolutely right," she said.
And, I saw the little girl grin.
She was so happy she almost cried.
And, as I paid for the little toys,
I knew that I had found Christmas
Inside a small child's joys.
© 2002 by Claytia Doran
A Beautiful Dream
I had a beautiful dream
That I was there on that night,
The most glorious night in time;
The birth of the Baby Jesus.
I searched all over the city,
The city of old Bethlehem.
For, the angels had beckoned
To find the place of His birth.
I knew not where to begin.
But, a 'Star' overhead lit the way
To a stable, of all places.
The babe lay clothed in the hay.
I fell on my knees at His feet,
So blessed to take a small part
Of the sacred birth of a King'
The King, Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ.
Awakening from my dream,
My heart was truly blessed
To realize what I had witnessed
Was to be our Savior, one day!
Keep Christmas in your heart.
You will be blesed by the way
That Jesus came to earth that day;
For you, for me, for all!
© by Norma Liles
~ Christmas ~
Somehow, I anticipate that if the Lord's return is a bit different than we thought, flying out of here in the literal isn't exactly what He meant, that we would be ashamed for Him to return at Christmas, seeing us celebrate His birth the same way pagans do. It just seems to me that Christmas would (should) never be the same again.
When we consider giving gifts of love, do we think of pretty packages to go under the tree or do we consider what Jesus would give; things like sharing the gift of salvation, meeting a need of the heart, reaching lost sheep? And, didn't He say that there would always be poor among us?
So, if it is Jesus' birth we're celebrating, shouldn't our gifts be to Jesus or on behalf of Jesus? If such a needed gift would come in a package, so be it. But, there would never be a Christmas gathering to show off "our" service, not with Jesus present.
Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation received by tradition from your fathers; But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot: 1 Peter 1:18-19
It was God who first showed me how He felt about the way we celebrate Christmas when I attended a church Christmas program wherein Santa was welcomed, but there was no mention of Jesus. My stomach ached and churned, and, soon, I thought I was going to puke ... feeling ill from head to toe.
Everything subsided as soon as I got out of that building. But, the memory has never left. And, for whatever other medical explanation there could be, I "knew" it was God, as He was showing me the program the way He saw it.
After hearing every possibly viable explanation there is ~ as to why it is acceptable to lie to children about Santa Claus, God led me to the dictionary. Webster’s New World Dictionary says, “Nick (nik), n. the Devil: usually Old Nick,” as well as others referring to goblin and demon.
For those of us who don't credit 'Santa Claus' any more, did our Christmases ever really change or was it just the names we call him?
However God leads you to spend your Christmas is certainly between you and Him. Though, inviting Jesus to His own party would be a good place to start.
© 2002 by Joyce C. Lock
I have a list of folks I know all written in a book,
and every year when Christmas comes, I go and take a look.
And that is when I realize that these names are a part,
not of the book they're written in, but of my heart.
For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime,
and in the meeting they've become the rhythm in each rhyme.
And when it wounds fantastic for me to make this claim,
I really feel that I'm composed of each remembered name.
And while you may not be aware of any special "link",
just meeting you has changed my life a lot more than you may think.
For once I've met somebody, the years cannot erase,
the memory of a pleasant word or of a friendly face.
So never think my Christmas cards are just mere routine,
of names upon a Christmas list, forgotten in between
For when I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you
it's because you are on the list of folks I'm indebted to.
For you are but the total of the many folks I've met,
and you happen to be one of those I prefer not to forget.
And whether I have known you for many years of few,
in some way you have had a part in shaping things I do.
And every year when Christmas comes, I realize anew,
the best gift life can offer is knowing folks like you.
And may the Spirit of Christmas that forever endures
leave its richest blessing in the hearts of you and yours.
~ Unknown ~
The Gift of Life
by Elaine Ruiz
I am not a graphic artist, but I am a writer. I don't
have a beautiful graphic to give to you but I can
paint a word picture, so one of my Christmas presents
to you is a poem I wrote about life. I hope you will
enjoy it. It is from my heart to yours.
Life is truly a gift.
It is written in our lives by living.
It is woven in our hearts by loving.
It is what we breathe, how we act, what we wear,
how we see, what we think, how
we are.
To have life,
all one has to do is live it
to the fullest to understand its wonders and
abilities.
All one has to do is look at life,
to have it with in the grasp of the hand that holds
it.
Life is a dance of hearts combining in togetherness.
You are hereby being invited to the prom of life.
All you have to do is accept the invitation,
and you will waltz wonderfully with life.
swirling with the fairytales that give us
hope and lets our imaginations wander
to the land of enchantment and wonder.
You are an original.
No one else is exactly like you.
As each gentle snow flake falls
and its composition is not like the one beside it
or each of our fingerprints is distinctively our own
you are uniquely perfect and original.
You are one of the precious millions of pieces
of the jigsaw puzzle that makes
the world a beautiful picture of completeness.
Just as each of a million snow flakes never has an
exact duplicate
so too we are all individuals
that build a tapestry of life
and bring it alive in our thoughts, aspirations and
dreams.
So when are you going to start living?
Do not become discouraged.
Life is full of promise beauty and caring
You hold the key to unlock the treasures that are
laying before you.
Don't let the brass ring fall out of your hands.
Life is a journey.
The destination is not as important
as the travels to arrive at your goal.
How we leave this world is much more important
than how we entered it.
What imprint or legacy of life are you going to
leave?
Life is full of wonderful and glorious opportunity
with a freedom that allows our minds to gracefully
flutter in the dreams, hopes, wishes and even,
reality.
With each opportunity there is time for growth.
It does not matter if we are wrong or right,
because we are learning.
Can there really be wrong in learning?
What we will experience is the process of
becoming more in tune with humanity and more viable to
options?
What composite are we drawing of life by learning from
all we do and say, right or wrong?
Life is an adventure that will lead us to places
unknown but full of excitement,
if we allow it touch our lives in a positive way.
Life is more than just living,
it is soaring with the birds,
it is delicately caught in the scent of the rose
it is gracefully laced in the love of our lives
it is tenderly sung in the lullabies of the heart.
All we have to do is reach out and touch
to have it all.
Life is a precious gift full of aspects
that give us definition to living.
Life gives us a way to exist
that can be full of marvelous wonders
and enchanting escapades to
enrich our hearts and give song to our souls.
Life is precious
When life is lived to the fullest,
it gives us truth.
We either live by truth
or we die by its abandonment in our lives.
If we dare,
life will give us beauty in truth.
Life is our best friend.
There is an erroneous assumption
or ideal going about that we need to fear life.
I say, we need to live life and never fear it.
Maybe the only fear we can ever really have,
with regard to life,
is we live with the consequences of our actions.
In the production of living life,
we are the artists of our destiny.
We are painting a picture with everything we do.
We are the designer of our fate.
We are the artist of the painting of life.
We are the only person who can really give direction
to our lives.
We really never need to watch television
for we have life in front of our eyes
Gosh, we have eyes to see
ears to hear
hearts to feel
souls to dance
noses to smell
We have the best play in the world
right in our own hearts
full of drama, laughter, fun, sensitivity,
tears, love, caring, warmth
and maybe just a little bit of silliness to
bring us away from the seriousness
that we all have to much of in our lives.
Could television or the movies ever give us more
than the love and caring we carry in our hearts and
souls?
Life
full of wonder
full of awe
full of pleasure
full of pain
full of agony
but oh to fly high with the eagles
we have to soar with the birds
and we have no absolute guarantee that life will give
us anything at all or be fair
we only have the knowledge that
whatever life gives us we either
learn to stand strong or we wilt
under the pressure.
Life is a constant learning experience.
We never learn it all
and I am constantly amazed
as each day passes
how much I am aware I do not know.
In the school of life,
the participants of the world
are my teachers
and the worries of the world are my weights.
The friends of my life are the ones
who design for me the way to make
it no matter what.
It is okay to be silly.
It is okay to be childlike on the occasion that it
will free us to become better adults.
When the train of being joyful, funful, freeful
stops at the train station of your heart,
jump on for the ride of your life
calling all adults
to learn to let the child in them come
out to play and have fun.
Life is full of wonder.
It holds a mystery for us all to share.
In living life we often times forget to see
the beauty that is out there to see.
The beauty lies in the hearts of those
who know how to love and are not
afraid to reach out to care.
In the altruism of life
there is no secret for it is in that act
that we become real.
Perfection...
Who made up perfection for us to
try to conquer.
As long as we are human we
have the right to err.
"To err is human,"
the neat part of that is
"To forgive is divine"
and in forgiving we are open
to the endless possibilities that
will weave in our lives a gentle
tapestry of warmth to never
leave us cold.
Life is full of unprecedented happenings.
If we have a child like faith in the things we
can't see
If we have hope in the happenings of our lives
If we find a way to believe in ourselves
we can take the complicated aspects out of our
life and learn to live life the way it was meant to be
with a simplicity that allows us to be real.
Life is full of things that hurt.
It is how we view those things in our lives
that makes us who and what we are.
Wouldn't it be better to find the positive aspects
and grow from them than to constantly
be looking for the bad and negative and never
know the true meaning of joy?
Life....what is life
It is full of the respite of
soft sounds of the ocean as
it gently caresses the shore
Full of the neglect of hearts
that go without love
and wander aimlessly through
this world never really knowing
its true fulfillment.
Full of a resurgence of what is vital to life:
love, caring, warmth.
and a rebirth into the conversion
that we are important by virtue
of the fact that we are more than
simply an insignificant factor of life.
Life is not measured by
seemingly senseless actions
or the wrongs we do
or the mistakes we make
Instead, life's measuring stick
is how much love we have returned
and by the quality of love we have
in our hearts for those in our lives.
Life is full of positive energy
if you chose to find it.
We live life the very best when
we are think of the good and not the bad.
That way we see the sunshine through the
clouds, or the forest through the trees.
In that forest that we miss because we complicate life
are the beautiful fragrant flowers,
the squirrels running up the trees
the bears hugging each other
the birds chirping happily
the crickets singing
the frogs croaking
and best of all is the quiet blanket of peacefulness
that only nature and God can give us
It is so much easier to accept myself
when I surround myself with those who love
and accept themselves just as they are.
Eventually if you view life with optimism
it will rub off on those around you
and then our world feels good with us.
The key is how we view what we experience.
I believe in miracles.
I rely on them.
Life really only moves forward
from the angels that watch over us
and the miracles of life that
are performed for us
even when we are not aware
that they exist.
Think...when was the last time you knew that if you
had not stopped what you were doing you would have
been injured?
Or what about the tiny child who reaches her hand up
to yours in faith that you will not hurt her?
What about the quest for life that takes you to the
end of the road and you do not know where to go
and you look behind you and see only one set of
footprints and know that you were carried through you
roughest test of life?
Miracles they do exist.
You are the best example of that miracle
for when God created you, He made the most
wonderful miracle of all time.
You are the best you that could ever exist.
You are God's creation
and as such you are perfect in all the ways that are
important.
It is okay to acknowledge the you
that exists and realize that you are
a valuable person who contributes
to the universe simply by being you.
You are the angel of life
and you are the person who
can make your life be what it needs to be.
Ask yourself,
how do you tell good from bad
evil from heavenly?
The bad is like something pulling you
to do the wrong thing
and then in the end when you decide to
do the right thing, you know
that good has one.
The Mary Popins in all of us surfaces occasionally
to give us peace and understanding.
Why what better compliment with life than that of
the appearance of being someone who is good and
thoughtful?
We are all like a diamond in the rough
constantly being honed and developed
so that the sparkle of our personalities
shines forth in a brilliance that
gives the world a brightness it could
find no where else.
You are a valuable person and
entity in this journey called life.
Life is a gift. All you have to do
to experience it to the fullest
is unwrap the package
and it will show you its
beauty.
Take the challenge
take the journey of life
to the fullest degree you can.
Make it all a celebration of life
and living, not of dying and negativity.
The gift is yours to take.
All you have to do is believe
experience and you will have it.
Life is the journey.
Your heart is the destination.
Love is your friend
And beauty is the blessing
that you will always have
when you have a friend in your life.
Merry Christmas to you my friend
My life, such as it is,
is full of the blessing of your presence
and my heart is forever thankful
that you took a minute of your time
to reach out to me and let me know
that I was valuable as a person and as a friend.
To you I say:
I send hugs, love and caring your way
to the end of time in friendship wrapped delicately
with the warmth of the shelter of feelings that
are real and hearts that are genuine.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Elaine Ruiz
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