61. Christmas Past, Present And Future
Christmas Past, Present & Future....
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Christmas Past, Present & Future....
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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...
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In the damp, dusty cellar, surrounded by boxes,
Our excitement just grows without measure.
Searching and sorting with loud shouts of glee,
As we uncovered the grand Christmas treasure.
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Cold days and hard long nights.
Trees shimmed with tiny lights,
Their branches pointing ever high,
Reaching for the midnight sky.
Baby Jesus, child of love,
born of Mary, child of God,
born this night to bring us light,
God with us, Emmanuel.
You're what Christmas means to me
you're the bright lights that sparkle,
On my Christmas tree,
You're the soft snowflakes
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.
'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was hurrying, not even the mouse.
The festivities have been chosen with intention and care,
So that even this mama could get out for some air.
I wish for my lost loved ones to spread wings
So they'd fly back and share all Christmas things,
Just as they did back in their days on earth
And the holy birth was a source of great mirth.
Lying down on the ground
In the cold, fluffy snow
Forcing angels to stay on the earth
I was afraid to be left alone
Christmas time is almost here
As the snow falls gently to the ground
Families will come together far and near
Invited to the manger with the shepherds and the sheep
to visit, to behold, to glory, to believe.
The Savior is born for the nations and for me!
But what gift might I bring?
Famous Poem
Just as the moon was fading
Amid her misty rings,
And every stocking was stuffed
With childhood’s precious things,
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.
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the hills
The kinfolk were drinkin' and tending their stills
The longjohns were hung by the chimney with care
'Tis the season for lots of love.
Gather all friends and family
And celebrate the joys from above.
Three wise men followed
Yonder star that starry night
Shepherds watched their flocks
Angles sang with delight
Once upon a time
In a faraway Land
A little King was born
In a place called Bethlehem
There was a voice in the wilderness,
An eerie, heart-rending, dismal sound.
'Twas Elfie the elf, and he'd gotten lost.
All he could see was snow and frost.
The prophets announced Christ's birth
that He would one day come to earth.
He was sent by the Father to pay a price,
and He became the living sacrifice.
Mary was chosen; how could this be true?
A young girl and virgin was who they all knew.
Cousin Elizabeth, too, six months was she.
Her son was John, a "forerunner" he would be,
I was moved by "The Miracle of Christmas." My Momma passed in 2008, and I think of her and miss her often. She kept clippings from many sources in a notebook I found after she was gone. Her...