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A CHRISTMAS STAR

A bright Christmas star

sits high on a tree

shining its light

for the whole world to see

reminding us all

of a night long ago

when a star in the sky

guided wise men below

to a small town stable

where a gift from above

was born on that night

to bring the world love.

The light from the star

shone down on a child

asleep in the manger

so meek and so mild.

Shepherds and wise men

that came to draw near

spread the good news

that the savior is here.

The Christmas tree star

now leads us today

to the birth of a miracle

that first Christmas day.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Tom Krause

Copyright 2006

krausespeaking.com

CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR

It’s Christmas time again

so where is all of the cheer?

It used to be a happy time

but now I don’t feel the happiness

and warmth around me

How come throughout the years

our Christmas spirit has

little by little

started to drain from us

When I was little

I would wake up early to

see what Santa had brought

but now I sleep quietly in my bed

until my parents tell me to wake up

Christmas used to bring happiness and cheer

but now I’m afraid that there is none left

for this Christmas season

It used to be just fun and games

but now all that I hear

Is how hard it will be to buy

Christmas presents this year

So tell me please

where has all of the Christmas spirit gone

and will it ever come back to my family and me?

— Submitted by: Stephanie Cameron

There Is An Angel

There is an Angel on top of my Christmas Tree

Sent from heaven to watch over me

From whom it came is no mystery

It’s my mother who passed so unexpectedly

I miss you ever so painfully

But I know I will be with you again in eternity

So rest ever so peacefully

And let your angel watch over me

There is an angel on top of my Christmas Tree

— Contributed by Bryan & LeeAnn

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

shall i retrieve

my stockings hung with care

may i share

my wraped goodies

sharen hoodie

santa claus

shaken paws raeindeers

all a glow this christmas eve

i shall leave with all good hope and bless thee

marry tis i bless thee young and cheery

— by Jenny dec,20,05

The Christmas Meaning

Im thinking of the wondorous sounds

As carolers come singing from all around

Im thinking of that special day

When all the family is here to stay

Im thinking of the decorating the fun

The joyus feeling in everyone

Im thinking about the presents, the joy

the happy face on every girl and boy

And when im thinking about all this

Im thinking about what the Christmas meaning really is,

About Christ being born to forgive all our sins.

— by Ashley Hays

Joy, Peace & Love

Christmas is a time of joy peace and love.

    Not toys but giving and Jesus’ birth.

We must not only think about toys

    but of Jesus and all the wonderful things he gave us.

— by Brianna Flood

    Age 10

The Reason for the Season

Christmas time again as the years roll by

This year no different than the one before

Holiday cheer does not visit my home

Loneliness instead knocks on my door.

I visit the malls and the air filled with cheer

The scurry and flurry expressed in glee

Hurrying to meet the deadline of Christmas Day

To lay loving gifts at the foot of the tree.

But, then I remembered the reason for the season

The gifts are really symbols of giving

Out of a love birthed many years ago

Which is the ultimate gift for mankind’s living

What can we give the Christ child

Did He not come to give Himself for our lives

Because of Him and His work on the cross

Mankind is reconciled to God and survives.

To honor Him, we must give of ourselves

No pretty paper or fancy tied up bows

Extending love to the many who are hurting

Being there to hear their cries and woes.

There are many in need and want

The stranger without a face or name;

the child hungry searching for food;

those who will never know prosperity or gain.

Giving of oneself to help those in need

This is what should be our goal to achieve

Forgetting our loneliness and self-centered lives

Reaching out to those who mourn and grieve.

— by Diane Wright

When I Found Out ’bout Santa Claus

I first found out ’bout Santa Claus when I was six or seven

Still, I held out from letting on ’til long after eleven

But not for fear of getting less, or growing up too fast

And neither to hold on to this enchantment of the past

The memories of Christmases so many years ago

Include much more than parties, gifts, or playing in the snow

Although I knew . . I think, as I recall those years at last

Of something so much more than this enchantment of the past

Confused – I didn’t feel a bit, or question other truths

Quite obvious that this was simply merriment of youth

Passed down to each and every generation from the last

In hopes of all enduring this enchantment of the past

The telltale signs, the gifts, the parties, playing in the snow

The Christmas decorations, songs, and faces all aglow

While these remain fond memories, traditionally steadfast

I now held reverently to this enchantment of the past

And so again today I’ve found ’bout Santa Claus once more

Though oftentimes I reminisce of Christmases before

They haven’t changed at all, except the roles have been reversed

Continuing tradition from so many years rehearsed

Topsy Turvy Christmas

It’s Christmas time again

The snow is falling down.

Its flakes are made of sugar

And are coloured chocolate brown.

There’s snowmen without hats on

Dogs with ten foot tails

And Santa’s sleigh with bells on

Is pulled by killer whales.

Christmas trees lean sideways

And monkey’s live within.

They swing from branch to branch

And they make an awful din.

Holly is not prickly,

Bells don’t make a sound.

Baubles on the Christmas trees

Are triangular, not round.

There’s turkey’s playing football

Against the three wise men.

They play with rolled-up stuffing

And the referee’s a hen.

Cats sing Christmas carols,

Toys all come alive.

Action men have dresses

While Barbie scuba-dives.

There’s gravy over puddings

And peas are filled with cream.

In my topsy-turvy Christmas,

My topsy-turvy dream.

— by Bob Fiddaman

Birmingham, UK

   There Is An Angel

There is an Angel on top of my Christmas Tree

Sent from heaven to watch over me

From whom it came is no mystery

It’s my mother who passed so unexpectedly

I miss you ever so painfully

But I know I will be with you again in eternity

So rest ever so peacefully

And let your angel watch over me

There is an angel on top of my Christmas Tree

“A Whisper of Wings”

I remember a time, as a juvenile,

When Christmases incredibly beguiled

And overwhelmed my innocent mind,

When pondering a season I’d thought clearly defined.

The Song of Christmas, as told to me,

By ancestors descended from my family tree,

Was to herald the birth of a Savior of Life

And redeem us from sin and Earthly strife.

But my own thoughts lay solely on Santa Claus,

On family gatherings, early winter thaws,

On glittering lights, and family traditions,

On sumptuous meals, and carol renditions.

I reflected on the joys of the season

That fell within a child’s unknowing reason,

On gifts and stockings, which hung by the fire,

On stories of elves, told before I retired

To a night laced with dreams of peppermint sticks,

Sugar baked cookies, and eggnog, too thick.

Of toys and teddies and the most beautiful dollies,

All nestled around a tree decorated with holly;

Of cousins and aunts and seldom-seen kin,

Who found their way home for Christmas again.

Of a winter veiled in a snow’s first light,

And the cinnamon scent from a candle’s light.

I thought only of my own youthful allusions,

Of a fairytale Christmas borne in childlike delusion.

Until late one wintery Christmas eve,

As I raised my prayers in sweet relief,

An angelic voice of spiritual light

Drifted down to me to heed my plight.

“Fear not, little one,” she spoke to me,

“For I have come to enlighten thee;

To give you pause for a moment’s reflection

And steer your thoughts in a worthy direction.

For Christmas is not just about presents and toys

For those we consider good girls and boys.”

“It’s a time of remembrance of a most noble birth

For the Son of God who reigned here on Earth,

Who shouldered your sins, as though all His own,

Until such a time when you’re suitably grown,

So you could live freely to explore your own dreams

And discover the right from the wrong of your means.”

And, as the whisper of wings fluttered there in the dark,

I sensed my companion’s brisk need to depart

To a heavenly paradise I chose to believe

Where this Voice of Love had once been conceived.

So, I altered my prayers from that sacred night on,

As a consequence of that celestial song,

And I begged for forgiveness of failings of mine

From the most Supreme Being existing in time.

And I prayed not for gifts or treasures of gold,

But for the wisdom of Heart, about which I’d been told,

And for a way I might share this Divine Intervention

With all who might need some well-meaning intention.

So, I say to you now at this time of the year,

To hold fast in your heart that which you feel dear,

And find in yourself that brief spark of Light,

that brings you His love on this Holiest of nights…

Wishing you a Blissful Christmas!

–By B. J. Pearce

(for my family)

I first found out ’bout Santa Claus when I was six or seven

Still, I held out from letting on ’til long after eleven

But not for fear of getting less, or growing up too fast

And neither to hold on to this enchantment of the past

The memories of Christmases so many years ago

Include much more than parties, gifts, or playing in the snow

Although I knew . . I think, as I recall those years at last

Of something so much more than this enchantment of the past

Confused – I didn’t feel a bit, or question other truths

Quite obvious that this was simply merriment of youth

Passed down to each and every generation from the last

In hopes of all enduring this enchantment of the past

The telltale signs, the gifts, the parties, playing in the snow

The Christmas decorations, songs, and faces all aglow

While these remain fond memories, traditionally steadfast

I now held reverently to this enchantment of the past

And so again today I’ve found ’bout Santa Claus once more

Though oftentimes I reminisce of Christmases before

They haven’t changed at all, except the roles have been reversed

Continuing tradition from so many years rehearsed

Topsy Turvy Christmas

It’s Christmas time again

The snow is falling down.

Its flakes are made of sugar

And are coloured chocolate brown.

There’s snowmen without hats on

Dogs with ten foot tails

And Santa’s sleigh with bells on

Is pulled by killer whales.

Christmas trees lean sideways

And monkey’s live within.

They swing from branch to branch

And they make an awful din.

Holly is not prickly,

Bells don’t make a sound.

Baubles on the Christmas trees

Are triangular, not round.

There’s turkey’s playing football

Against the three wise men.

They play with rolled-up stuffing

And the referee’s a hen.

Cats sing Christmas carols,

Toys all come alive.

Action men have dresses

While Barbie scuba-dives.

There’s gravy over puddings

And peas are filled with cream.

In my topsy-turvy Christmas,

My topsy-turvy dream.

— by Bob Fiddaman

Birmingham, UK

   There Is An Angel

There is an Angel on top of my Christmas Tree

Sent from heaven to watch over me

From whom it came is no mystery

It’s my mother who passed so unexpectedly

I miss you ever so painfully

But I know I will be with you again in eternity

So rest ever so peacefully

And let your angel watch over me

There is an angel on top of my Christmas Tree

“A Whisper of Wings”

I remember a time, as a juvenile,

When Christmases incredibly beguiled

And overwhelmed my innocent mind,

When pondering a season I’d thought clearly defined.

The Song of Christmas, as told to me,

By ancestors descended from my family tree,

Was to herald the birth of a Savior of Life

And redeem us from sin and Earthly strife.

But my own thoughts lay solely on Santa Claus,

On family gatherings, early winter thaws,

On glittering lights, and family traditions,

On sumptuous meals, and carol renditions.

I reflected on the joys of the season

That fell within a child’s unknowing reason,

On gifts and stockings, which hung by the fire,

On stories of elves, told before I retired

To a night laced with dreams of peppermint sticks,

Sugar baked cookies, and eggnog, too thick.

Of toys and teddies and the most beautiful dollies,

All nestled around a tree decorated with holly;

Of cousins and aunts and seldom-seen kin,

Who found their way home for Christmas again.

Of a winter veiled in a snow’s first light,

And the cinnamon scent from a candle’s light.

I thought only of my own youthful allusions,

Of a fairytale Christmas borne in childlike delusion.

Until late one wintery Christmas eve,

As I raised my prayers in sweet relief,

An angelic voice of spiritual light

Drifted down to me to heed my plight.

“Fear not, little one,” she spoke to me,

“For I have come to enlighten thee;

To give you pause for a moment’s reflection

And steer your thoughts in a worthy direction.

For Christmas is not just about presents and toys

For those we consider good girls and boys.”

“It’s a time of remembrance of a most noble birth

For the Son of God who reigned here on Earth,

Who shouldered your sins, as though all His own,

Until such a time when you’re suitably grown,

So you could live freely to explore your own dreams

And discover the right from the wrong of your means.”

And, as the whisper of wings fluttered there in the dark,

I sensed my companion’s brisk need to depart

To a heavenly paradise I chose to believe

Where this Voice of Love had once been conceived.

So, I altered my prayers from that sacred night on,

As a consequence of that celestial song,

And I begged for forgiveness of failings of mine

From the most Supreme Being existing in time.

And I prayed not for gifts or treasures of gold,

But for the wisdom of Heart, about which I’d been told,

And for a way I might share this Divine Intervention

With all who might need some well-meaning intention.

So, I say to you now at this time of the year,

To hold fast in your heart that which you feel dear,

And find in yourself that brief spark of Light,

that brings you His love on this Holiest of nights…

Wishing you a Blissful Christmas!

–By B. J. Pearce

(for my family)

Christmas Is A Happy Day

Christmas is a happy day

It’s time for all the kids to say,

“Presents, presents! We want more!

We want presents of 104!”

Toys, clothes, electronics, too.

All these things are just for you.

Santa Claus is coming

He’s coming to see you

There are lots of gifts he brought just for you

Rudolph, Prancer, Donner, Blitzen

Those are the reindeers of Christmas season

There are more reindeers, but I can’t think of their names.

But they give us Santa and we give them fame!

    MERRY CHRISTMAS!

— by Ida

A Ride in Santa’s Sleigh

Darkness falls over the city

As the houses are framed in light

And I recall when as a child

I eagerly waited for the dawn

Now as the stillness settles on

The wishes of the holiday

What I would like the most this year

Is to ride in Santa’s sleigh

Floating on the lingering trace

Of carols sung by a fervent choir

The runners glide to a graceful stop

And the driver signals me to come

Perhaps he’d let me take the reins

Don’t worry for Rudolph knows the way

What I would like the most this year

Is to ride in Santa’s sleigh

Soaring high over the roof tops

To see the this world from above

Then to the task before returning

Silently so that no one would know

Never mind a spaceship ride

Around the earth or the Milky Way

What I would like most this year

Is to ride in Santa’s sleigh

A farewell pat for each reindeer

And a cheery embrace before

Santa waves as he departs

To complete the journey that remains

For just the chance to help bring

Joy to everyone along the way

What I would like most this year

Is to ride in Santa’s sleigh

— by Kennan Zishka

  Visions Past

The Christmas tree was real

That heavy tinsel, special feel

So many lights, in sparkling view

Glass ornaments, hung neatly too

An angel perched, atop it all

Seen Shining down, it did not fall

The tree was watered in its stand

It’s special smell, came on so grand

Nativity, was always perched

In middle window, all would search

Side windows dressed with candlelight

I ‘d check the view, from sidewalk sight

All was right, this child felt sure

A special time, lived in his door

I thank you God, for visions past

Which come alive, to hold and grasp

— ©2000 Roger J. Robicheau

    Oh Little Child

Oh Little child so near the tree

The precious view you clearly see

Adorned in white, a glistened sight

A chilling warmth, it’s nearly night

Excitement grows within each eye

A splendid match, so bright yet shy

You make each wish, each secret part

A ray with God, so fills your heart

Your wants are small, unselfish child

Not to be wrapped, branded or styled

A world of hope, filled full of peace

A caring call, let love increase

Next year this child so wants to be

Back out to watch, this growing tree

What of our wants as time goes by

Will hope and peace and love climb high

— ©2001Roger J. Robicheau

  A Christmas Mouse

A little mouse crept slowly up to the Christmas tree.

He thought that he would borrow an ornament or three.

The cat was found there snoozing, he was really quite asleep.

And so the mouse quietly tip toed, he didn’t make a peep.

mouse at nollizua.comHe peeked from behind the davenport, he was in the clear.

The cat yawned and stretched just then it filled him with such fear.

But soon the sleepy cat settled back into his nap

And the little mouse avoided a cat and mouse mishap.

The mouse climbed up the tree trunk, he smelled the fresh cut pine.

He broke off just a bit of branch, “This Christmas branch is mine!”

He took a golden Christmas bell and tied it like a hat

Then scurried down the Christmas tree and past the sleeping cat.

He set the branch into a spool and it became his tree.

Decked his halls with the golden bell; it filled his heart with glee.

Then bravely cross the room again to fetch a candy cane

He hurried to the lit up tree into the cat’s domain.

There on the highest branch he saw a red and white stripped glint.

Happily he grabbed a hold of the yummy peppermint.

But just then he lost his balance and he fell head over heels

Tumbling thru tinsel and lights, crying out in mousey squeals.

The cat woke up and looked about, he looked around the house.

He looked beside the Christmas tree but didn’t see the mouse.

It took just a few more minutes for the cat to nestle in

And the mouse took up his candy and snuck past him with a grin.

He couldn’t have predicted, there was nothing to foresee

How could the mouse have known he was allergic to the tree?

Half way across the room the mouse could feel a little tease

Just the very beginning of a little mousey sneeze.

Ah ah ah…the mouse stood still there clutching his candy cane.

Ah ah ah…to sneeze a sneeze right now would just be so insane!

Ah ah ah…he couldn’t help it…Ah ah ah ah ah ah chooooo!

And with that, the cat woke up and said, “Merry Christmas! God bless you!”

–Written by Mary Ellen Smith

Under the Mistletoe

Kiss me at midnight under the mistletoe,

while all the worlds asleep.

Kiss me at midnight, under the mistletoe

while our Love is running deep.

Tell no one of this dalliance

for this is a secret to keep.

Just let passion run high,

Our souls race to the sky.

and with joy our hearts shall sleep.

Kiss me at midnight under the mistletoe,

as night turns into day.

Yes kiss me under the mistletoe,

Then in peaceful sleep We’ll lay.

–Written by Gail Odle

A Birthday Affair

Dawn came early that winter’s day,

As Christmas dawns do, for children anyway.

Rubbing weary eyes, jumping out of bed,

Clearing out cobwebs from sleepy little heads.

Waking up their parents from a warm winter’s sleep,

Looking out in the yard, fresh snow… a foot deep.

All the little children of our little town

Were up and about, all running around.

Then down with a shout and a giggle of glee,

To the hearth, and stockings, and the big Christmas tree.

But all of a sudden they stopped with a stare,

For it looked as if Santa had never been there.

The tree was still bright with lights like before,

But there were no toys or presents on the old wooden floor.

The children were quiet, some started to cry,

They all were confused, their tears asking “Why?”

The parents told the children there was nothing to do,

There were no Christmas presents, but why? No one knew.

So they all had their breakfasts but none ate a lot,

Then all left for church at ten on the dot.

When they got to the church, the pastor seemed bright,

But he sensed right away that things weren’t just right.

After all had been told his arms opened wide,

And he hugged one and all as he walked them inside.

His sermon that day was special for sure,

And as for the doldrums, it seemed the best cure.

He reminded them then the reason they were there,

And he told them that Christmas was A BIRTHDAY AFFAIR.

He told them that birthdays were times of great joy,

When we give our friends gifts like clothing or toys.

He told them that Christ was today’s birthday boy,

And that them being there would bring him great joy.

He told them the story of the first Christmas night,

Of Mary and Joseph and a star very bright.

He told them to be happy, to sing! To enjoy!

He told them that Christmas was much more than just toys.

The parents just listened, and the children did too,

And began to understand, and to feel better too.

And a Christmas without toys was really not bad,

Especially when they realized all the things that they had.

So they finished the service, and jumped in the car,

And rode home to have the best Christmas by far.

And when they got home Christmas was complete,

For Santa had been there, on their very street.

To all he left presents, and smiles broad and wide,

And a little white envelope, with a message inside.

Then papa and mama and the kids gathered ’round, And while papa read the note there was no other sound.

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