Merry Christmas!!!

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Christ back in Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town, Not a sign of Baby Jesus was anywhere to be found. 
The people were all busy with Christmas time chores, Like decorating, and baking, and shopping in stores. 

No one sang, "Away in a manger no crib for a bed." Instead, they sang of Santa dressed-up in bright red. 

Mama watched Martha Stewart, Papa drank beer from a tap. As hour upon hour the presents they'd wrap. 

Then what from the T.V. did they suddenly hear? 'Cept an ad--which told of a big sale down at Sears. 

So away to the mall they all flew like a flash. Buying some things on credit and others with cash! 

And, as they made their way home from their trip to the mall, Did they think about Jesus? Oh no, not at all. 

Their lives were so busy with their Christmas time things, They had no time to remember Christ Jesus, the King. 

There were presents to wrap and cookies to bake. How could they stop and remember the One who died for their sake? 

To pray to the Savior they had no time to stop. Because they needed more time to "Shop till they dropped!" 

On Wal-m! art! On K-mart! On Target! On Penney's! 

On Hallmark! On Zales! A quick lunch at Denny's! 

From the big stores downtown to the stores at the mall, They would dash away, dash away, and visit them all! 

And up on the roof, there arose such a clatter, As grandpa hung icicle lights using his brand new step ladder. 

He hung lights that would flash. He hung lights that would twirl. Yet, he never once prayed to Jesus the Light of the World. 

Christ's eyes how they twinkle! Christ's Spirit how merry! 

Christ's love how enormous! All of our burdens He'll carry! 

So instead of being busy, overworked, and uptight. 

Let's put Christ back in Christmas and enjoy some good nights!

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'Twas A Computer Christmas

T'was 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 Christmasy 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 the plug!

~ Unknown Author ~

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The Christmas Child

So long ago
of lowly birth
but even so
those who know
His worth

will reign
with Him on high

and others
that still
ask "why?"
Don't understand
Christmas

2001 @ Carol D. Meeks
carmks@excite.com
http://home.midsouth.rr.com/kmhomepage/index.html

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The First Christmas

As we celebrate the Christmas Season
for He who truly is the reason
He was born to set us free
His joy brings many to their knee.

The green tree twinkles Oh so bright
like the star that shined that night
He had not blankets made with yarn
when He was born there in the barn.

I wonder what the animals would say
if they could speak of their feelings that day.

Would they look at us an say?

He was born to set us free
that Christmas so many years ago
He died for you and He died for me
The Christmas message tells us so.

2002 @ Carol D. Meeks
carmks@excite.com
http://home.midsouth.rr.com/kmhomepage/index.html

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The Color of Christmas

The color of Christmas
is green
the color of Christmas
is red

We praise and adore the
first Nativity Scene
of the boy Jesus laying
on the hay bed.

Red ornaments,
red ribbons,
red bows,

adorn the tree of pine
these colors-so fine
wraps Christmas each year
when we share Christmas cheer.


1999 @ Carol D. Meeks
carmks@excite.com
http://home.midsouth.rr.com/kmhomepage/index.html

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Food For Thought:

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 ~

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Dog's Favorite Christmas Songs:

1. Jingle Bones
2. The Little Drumstick Boy
3. I Chased The Balls On Christmas Day
4. Grandma Got Run Over By a Doberman
5. The First How-el
6. Santa Paws Is Comin' To Town
7. Woofin' Around The Christmas Tree
8. Have Yourself A Woofy Little Christmas
9. We Wish You a Woofy Christmas
10. Howl-leluia Chorus

Cats Favorite Christmas Songs: 

1. Up on the Mousetop
2. Have Yourself a Furry Little Christmas
3. Joy to the Curled
4. I Saw Mommy Hiss at Santa Claus
5. The First Meow
6. Oh, Come All Ye Fishful
7. Silent Mice
8. Fluffy, the Snowman
9. Jingle Balls
10. Wreck the Halls

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The Night Before Christmas 
For Mothers

Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the abode.
Only one creature was stirring, & she was cleaning the commode.
The children were finally sleeping, all snug in their beds,
while visions of Nintendo 64 & Barbie, flipped through their heads.

The dad was snoring in front of the TV,
with a half-constructed bicycle propped on his knee.
So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
which made her sigh, "Now what is the matter?"

With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
She descended the stairs, & saw the old man.
He was covered with ashes & soot, which fell with a shrug,
"Oh great," muttered the mom, "Now I have to clean the rug."

"Ho Ho Ho!" cried Santa, "I'm glad you're awake."
"your gift was especially difficult to make."
"Thanks, Santa, but all I want is time alone."
"Exactly!" he chuckled, "So, I've made you a clone."

"A clone?" she muttered, "What good is that?"
"Run along, Santa, I've no time for chit chat."
Then out walked the clone - The mother's twin,
Same hair, same eyes, same double chin.

"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess.
You'll relax, take it easy, watch The Young & The Restless."
"Fantastic!" the mom cheered. "My dream has come true!"
"I'll shop, I'll read, I'll sleep a night through!"

From the room above, the youngest did fret.
"Mommy?! Come quickly, I'm scared & I'm wet."
The clone replied, "I'm coming, sweetheart."
"Hey," the mom smiled, "She sure knows her part."

The clone changed the small one & hummed her tune,
as she bundled the child in a blanket cocoon.
"You're the best mommy ever. I really love you."
The clone smiled & sighed, "And I love you, too."

The mom frowned & said, "Sorry, Santa, no deal."
That's my child's LOVE she is trying to steal."
Smiling wisely Santa said, "To me it is clear,
Only one loving mother is needed here."

The mom kissed her child & tucked her in bed.
"Thank You, Santa, for clearing my head.
I sometimes forget, it won't be very long,
when they'll be too old for my cradle & song."

The clock on the mantle began to chime.
Santa whispered to the clone, "It works every time."
With the clone by his side Santa said "Goodnight.
Merry Christmas, dear Mom, You will be all right." 

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