21. The Old Christmas Card
I found a little Christmas card.
‘Twas in a box of stuff.
I opened it and read it.
Its verse was written thus.
I found a little Christmas card.
‘Twas in a box of stuff.
I opened it and read it.
Its verse was written thus.
Excellent. I lost my father 4 years ago, and ever since, I have been saving Christmas Cards given to me by my mother. At age 85, there is no guarantee she will be here this or next Christmas....
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Prayers and songs sung
To praise His holy name
A nativity scene began
The scene we've come to claim
This poem represents a fresh look at an ancient story that is so full of hope.
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
It's wonderful. I love how he added that he believes in God. Best poem ever.
Christmas Past, Present & Future....
Present
In 2012, my husband's ex-wife moved their 2 children (ages 17 & 15) out of state, 1500 miles away without communicating to him it was going to happen. He would sit on the sofa & cry daily for...
My childhood Christmas memories always make me smile.
I'll often drift to long ago and stay there for a while.
Remember singing carols long before the date?
Of counting days from Halloween, I really couldn't wait.
I was very touched by this story, because it brought back my Christmas memories. I come from a family of 13 children I'm next to the youngest, but Christmas was the happiest day for all of...
Christmas is a special time
To give, to serve, to love.
It isn't just about yourself,
But others that you think of.
I think I simply love this poem. Good job! The last stanza is very well written.
Five more days till Christmas.
Santa and his crew
were working overtime making
children's dreams come true.
I absolutely wish I wrote this brilliant, funny poem. Well done to the author.
Rows of houses blanketed with snow.
Christmas lights lucent and aglow.
A reindeer, a sleigh, like artwork on display.
Stories unraveling, brass bells ringing,
Though I live in Australia, I can picture the scene in my mind's eye. It's reminiscent of a Charles Dickens scene from Scrooge. I love the poem and appreciate the words and talent of the poet.
A squeak on the stairs.
Could Santa be here?
Better pull my blankets
Up to my ears.
A falling sound in the chimney. Could it be Old St. Nick? Better pull my covers and go to sleep.
(sung to the tune of "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year") - with apologies to Andy Williams
It's the most fattening time of the year
There'll be pizza and dim sum, oh yes, please, I'll have some
Thanks for the laugh. I love your version of the song, and your clever lyrics fit perfectly. To me, it's especially funny because it is so relatable (sigh), and I think we have a similar...
Christmas is a loving hug
Or roasting chestnuts on the rug.
Christmas is one's first snow
And wrapping presents up with bows.
I was honored to know this author's father when he was first born and celebrated many Christmases with him and his Mom and Dad. This poem made me remember the wonderful Christmases we had. I...
Hear Ye, Hear Ye there is much to do,
But the reindeer up north have caught the flu!
The presents are wrapped, the sleigh is all set,
This has so much imagination! Really cute.
The kitten's in pajamas,
The puppy wears a bow.
Dad's dressed just like a candy cane:
Red stripes from head to toe.
Pure delight reading this poem. I am sitting here with a great big smile on my face. Thank you. Very best wishes, Ann.
Baby Jesus, child of love,
born of Mary, child of God,
born this night to bring us light,
God with us, Emmanuel.
Do you feel the joy when silver bells are ringing
and when you hear the voices of Christmas carolers singing?
Do you feel in awe of the night sky's brightest star,
and feel the blessing that Christmas brings deep inside your heart?
Since you're gone, Christmas time will never be the same.
When asked what I wish for, I can only speak your name.
The only gift I ever want at Christmas time for me
Is my precious, loving son beside my Christmas tree,
I lie here awake, afraid to sleep.
I've prayed the Lord my soul to keep.
My stocking is hung on my bed,
Really brother's long sock instead.
'Tis the season for warmth and cheer,
To be with our family and those we hold dear.
But what if we are miles away?
What if we can't be there on Christmas day?
At Christmas, lights burn brighter,
and friendly hugs get even tighter.
The spirit of Christmas fills the air,
and people seem to really care.
There are now three empty chairs at the Christmas table.
It's a time I find difficult, even unable
To find joy on this family day.