My Christmas holiday truly begins tomorrow. Very excited to see family. Today means tidying up and some cooking. Christmas is a perfect excuse to cook. Wrapping up presents for everything.
Still Stops Our World
Catherine Pulsifer ©2015
Christmas a time for children
That is for certain
But for others
It is time to love your brothers.
A time where we do see peace,
Where fighting actually does cease.
Giving gifts and sharing with all,
When the world seems anew.
Like that first Christmas morn,
When Jesus was born.
A miracle that happened long ago,
Still stops our world and shines a glow.
The Peace of Christmas
Catherine Pulsifer ©2017
As Christmas comes near the world changes
we see people’s attitudes and caring ways.
People helping people really doing their best
To ensure this Christmas is one that will bring happiness.
A time of the year when the heart is open
To help others and to love one another.
If only this attitude could last all year long
Our world would be so much more peaceful
And happiness would be for all.
Why Do The Bells of Christmas Ring
Poet: Eugene Field
Why do the bells of Christmas ring?
Why do little children sing?
Once a lovely shining star,
Seen by shepherds from afar,
Gently moved until its light
Made a manger’s cradle bright.
There a darling baby lay,
Pillowed soft upon the hay;
And its mother sung and smiled:
“This is Christ, the holy Child!”
Therefore bells for Christmas ring,
Therefore little children sing.
Christmas
Poet: M. Nora Boylan
C is for the Christ who came
To this lowly earth.
H is for the harps that rang
At our Saviour’s birth.
R is for the ringing bells,
Telling Christmas-tide.
I is for the crystal ice
Where we go to slide.
S is for the schoolboy’s sled
When he coasting goes.
T is for poor Tommy Jones
Jack Frost bit his nose.
M is for the merry part
Of this Christmas day,
A is for the apple pies
Grandma put away.
S is for old Santa Claus,
Coming here to-night.
A Christmas Message
Poet: Julie Hebert ©2015
I have a message for you,
And I do believe it’s grand.
During this Christmas Season,
It’s time to take a stand.
Remember the reason for Christmas,
And what it represents.
Jesus, loving and welcoming,
It’s not just about presents.
So take this Christmas message,
And pass it far and wide.
Christmas is a time for caring,
Let’s share this message, amplified.
Old Santa Claus
Poet: Maud L. Betts
Old Santa Claus is a jolly man
Who brings us lots of toys, sir;
And none are happier Christmas time
Than little girls and boys, sir.
Have you not seen our Santa Claus,
With hair so snowy white, sir?
Just hang your stocking Christmas eve,
He’ll come that very night, sir.
And if you watch, perhaps you’ll see
This friend in furs hid deep, sir.
But I have never seen him once
I’m always fast asleep, sir.
Santa Claus is jolly, sir;
Santa Claus is kind, sir;
Santa Claus on Christmas eve
Comes riding on the wind, sir.
Don’t Let Christmas Be
by Catherine Pulsifer, © 2017
Don’t let Christmas be a time to be stressed
Don’t let Christmas be a time to overspend
Don’t let Christmas be a time to of no rest
Don’t let Christmas be a time to ignore good friends.
Let Christmas be a joyous time
Let Christmas be a relaxing and happy holiday
Let Christmas be sharing of your dimes
Let Christmas be love in many ways.
This Holy Season
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2017
As Christmas approaches we feel the winter air
May your heart be warmed by feelings that you share
Take the time to tell your love ones just how much you care.
This time of year is a time to treasure
One which can bring so much pleasure
With so much love it is hard to measure.
Special gifts to be found
And beauty all around
With music filling the sound.
Oh Christmas brings such joy
To so many little girls and boys
As they look forward to Santa and new toys.
May the world never forget
how this all began, the reason
that we celebrate this holy season.
Santa
Poet: Lettie Sterling
Chimneys standing in a row,
Down each one will Santa go.
He goes down one, comes back alive,
And then tries two, three, four, and five.
Santa has a wondrous pack,
This he carries on his back;
From it he takes candies, drums,
Dolls, books, trumpets, when he comes.
Near the chimney stockings swing,
What to them will Santa bring?
All of them I’m sure he’ll fill,
Make them round and stiff and still.
Morning kisses curly heads
Lying snugly in their beds,
O how quickly they hop out,
Seizing stockings with a shout!
On the hemlock and the pine,
Light the candles, make them shine;
String the rows of corn so white
‘Mong the gifts and tinsels bright.
Storemen’s windows all look gay,
‘Cause it’s near to Christmas day.
Come and look in, girls and boys,
Get a peep at Christmas joys.
In high towers out of sight
Great bells ring with all their might;
Hear one, then another chime,
Telling it is Christmas time.
In the distance, look afar,
With their eyes upon the star,
Come on camels wise men three,
They the Christmas King shall see.
Dear Santa
Poet: Kate Summers © 2017
I am writing to say there is not much I need
I will let you choose and no matter I will be happy indeed.
You can get me some crayons or a book or anything that is red;
We get lots of snow so you could bring me a sled.
Thank you, Santa for visiting me
When you get here make sure to look at my tree.
For beside it, I will leave some cookies and milk for you
For the reindeer, I will leave carrots too.
Best wishes! Pamela
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