There was seen a radiance
"Lilies are not fairer, So the shepherds ventured
Long they gazed and wondered, "Diamonds are but trifles!
So it was forever, ~"The Gift Of God" By Mary Fabyan Windeatt 1944~
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Within a stable sweet with hay,
Dear Maiden Mother, let us now, ~"Gloria In Excelsis Deo" By Mary O'Reilly 1944~ |
Christmas Time
Christmas dreams fill us all
Our eyes are sparking bright
Smiles and laughter fill the air
As we wait for Christmas night.
Twinkling stars light our way
Reflected on white snow
Singing carols happily
As through the town we go.
Gifts are wrapped so prettily
To sit beneath the tree
Except for just one little space
Right in front where all can see.
A tiny straw filled manger
lit by one small light
The reason that we celebrate
For He was born this night.
~ Charlotte Anselmo ~
Silver Bells
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling like Christmas
Children laughing, people passing
Meeting smile after smile
And on every street corner you hear
Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day
Strings of street lights
Even stop lights
Blink a bright red and green
As the shoppers rush home with their treasures
Hear the snow crunch
See the kids bunch
This is Santa's big scene
And above all the bustle you hear
Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day
She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog,
And we'd begged her not to go;
But she'd left her medication,
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.
When they found her Christmas mornin',
At the scene of the attack ...
There were hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.
Grandma go run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve;
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now were all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been takin' this so well ...
See him in there watchin' football,
Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.
It's not Christmas without Grandma,
All the family's dressed in black;
And we just can't help but wonder ...
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve;
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of pig;
And a blue and silver candle,
That would just have matched the hair
In Grandma's wig.
I've warned all my friends and neighbors ...
"Better watch out for yourselves!"
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve;
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
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| The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."
The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. ~Author Unknown~ |
I want to tell you a story about a little girl and her family. She thought she was happy and she thought she was loved. But was she? She had heard stories of her mother's sisters and brothers; their mother passing away and how hard their life had been, how they didn't know how to love because they never knew love. As children, they were shipped from relative to relative to whoever would put a roof over their heads. They were eight, ten, and twelve. They had two younger sisters and two older sisters and three older brothers. The mother lived in Cleveland, Pittsburgh, and what they call Hoopie. What the mother could talk about was bad, but there were things so bad she couldn't talk about them, they were too painful.
One uncle drank way too much, and one aunt was never wrong, the mother was wary. One uncle was just right. He gave love and understanding, he play games with the little girl and her brother. He took them sledding and played hide and seek. He must have been so blessed because someone taught him how to love. It took his brother and sister years to learn but they did. As the little girl grew older, she realized the pain they all felt. She knew the uncle who drank was only hiding his hurts. The mother told her two children they had taught her love, long after they were grown.
I guess the moral of this story is whatever people do, whatever they say, however they act, LOOK LOOK DEEPER and give LOVE, UNDERSTANDING because I know the GREATEST IS (((LOVE )))
I hope those of you who can, will think of those who are less fortunate; the homeless, the lonely people out there, maybe someone you know who would be alone... ask them to spend this season at dinner or a get together. Make a blanket or a cap and scarf and give it to a homeless shelter, visit a child in the hospital or Children home, help pet shelters. Whatever you can do, you will be blessed. Reach out and show the love I know you all have. God be with you all now and ALWAYS .
I Pray you all have great joy, family, and good health this Holiday Season. Love and blessings from my family, to all my dear Xanga friends and family.
yes this is some of what we had for Thanksgiving Turkey ,Ham,mash potatos,sweet potatos. coleslaw.diveled eggs. dressing or stuffing. cranberries and gravy also pumpkin and sweet potato pies . I have been in a turkey coma for days now lol Hope you all had a wonderful thanksgiving.
yes thats our tree Zavonya(madeinthe80s) always likes having the tree up for thanksgiving makes it more festive . Again we my family all hope your Thanksgiving was as good if not better then ours
I was so surprised as every bit of food was so awsome usally something burns or turns out wrong this year everything tasted fantastic I have never eaten a better meal in my life I thing I grow new taste buds thanksgiving eve lol God Bless
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