Under the Tree #merrychristmas #poetry

gifts

as a child I would dream

of ribbons and bows

imagine the contents

things hidden, unseen

now I crinkle the paper

of my inner thoughts

so much more in the meaning

than the things that Ive bought

impoverished  the soul

for those fearing to live

take your pallet and walk

only Jesus could give

There is nothing incorrect

in such love for a world

for the lost He was born

offering nothing untoward

so this year I want Jesus

under my tree

Christ soon is coming

to save you and save me

*

hope is revived

for unto us a child is born

all is well

I wish each of you the hope of peace. It is not an offering that a world leader can make – the cost is too high.

Merry Christmas to all!

 

 

 

Christmas Cheer #songs

winter alley lights

If I could write you a Christmas song it wouldn’t be too long:

Deck the Halls – Who builds a deck in their hall?

12 Lords a Leaping – Gotta be a royalty thing.

Frosty the snowman – What would you do if your snowman started walking down the street?

Let it Snow – I’m kinda enjoying the warm spell.

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh – What happens when there is ice – less fun???

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer – Never seen the nose so I can’t say “it glows”.

The ox and lamb kept time – They have watches?

Westward leading still proceeding following yonder star – Don’t they get lost during the day?

Silent Night – You obviously don’t know my kids…

Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer– Who was driving?

It’s the Most wonderful Time of the Year – indeed it is and I hope each of you have a wonderful Holiday!!!

candle lit music

Bright are the Bows Brighter the Memories #thepast #poetry #holidays

“Life’s memories are like packages with bright bows” ~ L. Moon

gifts

I look at you from north, south, east, and west

like a cat I watch you and wait

sitting on the edge of expectation

don’t pretend that you are inert

you who shine with brilliant colors

holding poignant the past

underneath your cheerful bow

it is all I can do to be patient

“don’t shake the box”

I hear a cherished voice

one I thought I would never lose

every gift you wrapped

was filled with thought

down to a holly sprig or jolly elf

perched on top of the bow

what is inside this time?

recollections do play tricks

and you have to accept the mix

of jovial, spicy and sad

I’d rather not hear the crunch of paper

like the dead leaves of winter

I’d rather look at my reflection

of a much younger me

in precious grey old eyes

and remember the

Christmas Memory

Merry Christmas to each of you. May the songs that you hear and the scents that permeate your world bring you memories to keep you warm!!!

The Seven Days of Christmas #3 #poetry #Christmas

twinkle

 

On Wednesday we were winding down

but we knew there could be more

there always were a few left out

things needed by the poor

A box had been left with our name

“for all the things you do

we want to give you season’s joy

Christmas dinner for all of you”

Two turkeys and so much food

we called another friend

she always knew of those with need

on her I could depend

Last minute’s desperate call

a family without food

our anonymous delivery

provided for her brood

The next day it was Thursday

people readying for their day

so when this call came in

almost let the machine play

A man was placing the call

a home for his old car

the day after Christmas

they were moving very far

With a new baby on the way

our car wasn’t it

it worked for four of us

but the fifth wouldn’t fit

“I think it would be just right

for your growing family”

how he knew this I don’t know

when he passed a hand with keys

On this day as my husband locked

the outer office door

in the rarely used mail slot

ten hundreds on the floor

*

Christmas morning full of gifts

the children’s eyes were huge

the loving deeds of many folks

anonymous its true

I still give thanks

to the Lord above

for this miracle

filled with love

the important message

of those days

was the kindness

so many gave away

 

 

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This is part three of three posts about a Christmas miracle that happened when my children were little. My husband and I were in charge of a non-profit that provided needs to the needy in our county. We managed to live on very little but never had extra money for socks and shoes and definitely not Christmas trees, ribbon and gifts. Our own families were very poor so they could not help us. I believe the catalyst for this 7 day miracle was the prayer of a little boy wanting his sister to have Christmas and the faith to believe it could happen.

Day 2, Day 1

Wishing you a Merry Christmas !!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

7 Days of Christmas #2 #Christmas #poetry

moose skate

Monday there was much to do

coordinate Christmas gifts and more

so many families this year

line of presents out the door

a volunteer sweetly smiled

I wished her all the best

and as we rested from the day

an envelope she had left

inside the flap were crisp new bills

I couldn’t believe my eyes

and so came my first of tears

I lifted praises to the skies

Tuesday was delivery day

so much for us to do

so tired at the end of it

kids slept the whole night through

I thought I heard a knock so late

upon our darkened place

in stocking feet I shuffled there

you should have seen my gaze

our porch was filled with gifts and  such

such an amazing sight

a turkey, foods and Christmas stuff

they shimmered in the light

So thankful I was for these things

my kids would be so thrilled

I still hold closely to my heart

this Christmas miracle

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This is part two of three posts about a Christmas miracle that happened when my children were little. My husband and I were in charge of a non-profit that provided needs to the needy in our county. We managed to live on very little but never had extra money for socks and shoes and definitely not Christmas trees, ribbon and gifts.Our own families were very poor so they could not help us. I believe the catalyst for this 7 day miracle was the prayer of a little boy wanting his sister to have Christmas and the faith to believe it could happen.

Part one here.