7 Days of Christmas #2 #Christmas #poetry

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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.

Twinkle, Twinkle #haiku #poem #Christmas

a star

A little star

hangs bright for all to see

tells a message

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The Bethlehem Star

Simple and beautiful are these things that adorn our Christmas world. Ornaments the prompt from Chevrefeuille’s Carep Diem

7 Days of Christmas #poetry #Christmas

painted christmas ball

Yes, We were very poor

that wasn’t quite the half

but we  through the year met other’s needs

we walked on gratitude’s path

A young couple, we chose this life

to serve the very least

so we understood their daily lives

holidays without a feast

My son was just a little guy

I think he was five or six

with another sister on the way

but a brother he would have picked

“There’s nothing left but bills this year

no Christmasn or a tree

but there is plenty in our hearts

to serve others who have need”

“Dear God,”

he spoke to a big unknown

“there’s nothing you should bring

but for my little sister here

please give her little girl things”

and so one Sunday years ago

it started off the week

my pastor put into my hands

a check I couldn’t speak

he didn’t know how dear it was

eighteen hundred dollars did we need

or the house in which we lived in

we would lose it and the deed

That night I offered my own prayer

“Dear God I have so much to say

but I lay this in your hands

our needs would fill a page or two

we have a little one on the way

I thank you thank you for this gift

we’ll put it toward the bills

I cannot ask more for myself

I rest in your loving will…”

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You’ve heard of the twelve days of Christmas.

One year our family had a miracle that lasted 7 days.

I won’t break each day down though I must say that daily I cried in joyful amazement.

Monday part two…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Child #poetry #devotion #Christmas

a star

One day a couple’s life

forever was to change

knowing not what was to come

the setting very strange

One day a babe was born

in a stable cold and dank

entering a cheerless world

no stature, little rank

One night shepherds lay

like any other night

beneath a brisk and winter sky

the sky grew loud and bright

One night an angel’s choir

told of heaven’s news

one headline in history

sceptics could not excuse

Long ago a babe was born

with love for you and me

the greatest gift the world could know

doesn’t fit beneath a tree

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” Many have undertaken to draw up an account of the things that have been fulfilled among us:

…she (Mary) gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
    and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger.”

Luke 1:1 and Luke 2:7-16

Down through the centuries, man has tried to refute the birth of a child who came from Heaven to change the balance of good and evil.  There are no other tales (in mythology) of a son of a God who is born the lowest of births and whose life is as a suffering/ sacrificial pauper. It’s incredulous that anyone would follow such a God.

Yet, we still celebrate His coming. This man is no mythological rendering – He is King!

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Beneath the Tree #4 #gifts #poor #poetry

This year I get to play Santa

gifts come in and up the stairs

our small organization has year round elves

A craft store donates wrapping paper

somehow the day before Christmas

several families still had a need

and presents there were extra

wrapping needed with some speed

this part is the fun part

gathering with my best friends

they had plenty of their own

“who needs to go to bed?”

and so we wrapped til dawn’s light

like Santa and his elves

now we do the deliveries

little thinking of ourselves

to hear the squeals of children

presents, foods brings them delight

I catch the look in adult eyes

their holiday now is bright

I tuck away the memories

a smile behind each one

and hug the spirit of Christmas

“God Bless us Everyone”

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Christmas Carol book cover

 

Charles Dickens apparently saw the disparity between the poor and the rich.  “A Christmas Carol” speaks to the spirit of giving. There is much joy in seeing the joy in a child’s eye when they see goodness and kindness wrapped in a bow.

I guess I’m on a 12 days of Christmas role writing about the stuff that you’ll rarely see staged on the front page of the Newspaper. I’ve been in the “poor recipient” category and I’ve been the person who gets to bring the gifts to the family in “need.” Each of these “stories” are true with the hope that this Spirit of Christmas that Dickens talked about will prevail!

Beneath the Tree #3 #elderly #Christmas #poetry

elderly woman

Sitting in a chair

watching the door for days

turkey smells are old

something in her memory plays

closets all are opened

every ornament has a place

this big house is empty

ghosts in too many a space

Sitting in a chair

she ticks the number of gifts

her grandchildren are grown

more often she forgets

eggnog fills the frig

the doctor doesn’t need to know

one person who likes fruitcake

welcomes flurries of snow

Sitting in a chair

my children come over to bake

bringing Christmas cheer

tho family will arrive very late

no matter how much money he left

he couldn’t promise her a wreath

their children have their lives

big house brings lonely grief

on Christmas Eve we hope

the family will arrive

we done our best with festive

and their mother’s still alive

beneath the tree

I spent so many years carrying for the elderly and one thing is consistent: they wait looking at the door like a forlorn dog. Some family shows up (eventually) others send a card or plant in their stead. There are edges to Christmas that are sad and lonely.  If you have the ability to spill a little light into another’s holiday – Please Do!!!

Beneath the Tree #2

Beneath the Tree #1

 

Beneath the Tree #2 #Christmas #children #abuse #poetry

winter alley lights

No matter the age

some children anticipate

waiting and hoping

for the Christmas binge

possibilities

a luring hinge

No matter the age

some children know

the contrast between dark and light

snow angels sugary crunch

while snow demons

take what they want

No matter the age

some children experience

cold fingers grasp

tender necks flop

the prayers rise

“make this nightmare stop”

No matter the age

some children awake

Christmas day a shamble

bottles of booze clash

gifts that they stood in line for hours

hocked last night for cash

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These days this child looks forward to Peace at Home,Good Will toward for next generation.

I decided to write a series of poems in (sad) contrast to the traditional Christmas. This is written from the insider’s vantage point.

Christmas Song #haiku #singing #poem

winters song

Silent Night

mother and two young daughters

angelic harmony

The prompt at Chevrefeuille’s is Christmas Carol. I have dear memories of singing with my girls at nursing homes and for church specials.

The Beauty of Christmas #merrychristmas #poetry #photography

Greetings to each of you as Christmas dawns

painted christmas ball

The light peaking behind the trees

new fallen crystal light snow

a song rustled through the trees

it spoke of  gifts of Merry, Peace, Hallelujahs

was it angels? we don’t know

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catching a tiny miracle in warm hands

it grew in beauty white

more swirled and danced before my eyes

was I dreaming?

or dazed by dawn’s golden light

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It wasn’t the packaged red and green

under the tree that amazed

it was the colors of Christmas

nature danced and sang

as the sun’s smile  raised

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May you be warmed by the warmth and beauty of Christmas!!!