May you feel such love as lights the morning Even at this darkest time of year: Rippling through your heart with little warning, Returning you to wonder and to fear. You cannot will yourself to feel such love; Christmas is a gift of unsought grace. However much you may your spirit move, Redemption chooses whom it will embrace. In you may there be radiance and beauty Such that you might never hope to see, Taking as its home some common duty Made lovely by a will sustained and free. As you become a vessel for this light, So may you know its pain and its delight.
I'm your Christmas tree, all brightly lit, Hung with angels, colored balls, and elves. Underneath my boughs your presents sit, If you've behaved yourselves.
Why must we wait till early Christmas morn To open up our brand-new games and toys? Why gifts for us the day that Christ was born If we're good girls and boys?
Now listen to your Christmas tree: I'm wise In all the ways of faith that you must know. I'm here because of what I symbolize: Green through ice and snow.
There is a world beyond what we can see Where, by grace of God, we can receive God's greatest gift: to live eternally, If only we believe.
Eternal life is what God gave to you In sending down His son to live on Earth. This was His gift, so Santa brings gifts, too, To celebrate Christ's birth.
The baby Jesus got gifts on this day Because, like any child, He loved to play. And so God wants to share this special joy With every girl and boy.
Believe God loves you as your parents do, And takes great joy in giving gifts to you. Live well and love, and evergreen like me, You'll live eternally.
Christmas is a time for love and fun, A time to reshape souls and roots and skies, A time to give your heart to everyone
Freely, like a rich and lavish sun, Like a burning star to those whose lonely sighs Show need of such a time for love and fun.
For children first, whose pain is never done, Whose bright white fire of anguish never dies, It's time to give your heart to every one,
That not one angel fall, to hatred won For lack of ears to listen to her cries, Or arms to carry him towards love and fun,
Or friends to care what happens on the run To adult life, where joy or sadness lies. It's time to give your heart to everyone,
For God loves all, and turns His back on none, Good or twisted, ignorant or wise. Christmas is a time for love and fun, A time to give your heart to everyone.
Frosty the Snow Man came to town one bright, cold winter's day. The first real snow of the winter had fallen the night before. In the morning, out came the children, and they started to roll snowballs. Round and round the snowy yard they rolled the snowballs. Soon they had two fine big ones. Round and round the yard again-there was a little snowball just the right size for a snow man's head. Billy ran home and brought two bits of coal to use for the snow man's eyes. Sally have him a button nose and a funny corncob pipe. Tommy brought floppy galoshes and a scarf for the snow man. And Joe brought him a pair of old red mittens to wear.
"Now we need a hat ," said Sally and Joe. So they all began to look around. Sally found an old cap. But it didn't look just right. Billy found a battered felt hat. But it still didn't seem right. Just then, down the street came the whistling wind. And it blew to their feet a shiny top hat. "Just what we need!" cried Sally and Joe. "It's like magic!" said Billy and Tommy.
It was Tommy who picked up the shiny top hat and put it on the snow man's head. Zing! Tommy's hand sprang back with a shock. "It's magic" gasped Tommy. "So it is," said a voice, a deep, chuckly voice they had never heard before. "And a pleasant sort of magic, if I do say so myself." "It's the snow man!" whispered Sally. And so it was. "Frosty the Snow Man, at your service," said he. That's how Frosty the Snow Man came alive.
If you have never had a snow man for a friend, you can scarcely imagine all the fun those children had. For Frosty took them coasting-and never had their sleds slid so swiftly and far. Frosty helped them build a snow house- and never had blocks packed so firmly and well.
They all went ice skating- and the magical part was that while they were with Frosty, then children could stay out and play in the snow and never get shivery cold. Was it Frosty's warm heart, or his magical smile? Whatever it was, they thought it was fine. Each morning when the children came out to play, Frosty had a wonderful plan all set.
One morning he said, "Let's go shopping today. I've never seen a store, you know." So they all joined hands and away they skipped, off towards town where the shops stood in rows. It was fun showing Frosty around! For he thought every window was wonderful. All around the town they led Frosty that day, while the warm wintry sun shone down. Soon they came to a corner and around the corner came a warm, gusty wind. Off went Frosty's hat. And away went Frosty after it. Then Tweet! sang the traffic cop's loud whistle. And the children could not follow Frosty, because traffic streamed by--buses and trucks and family cars. Tweet! went the traffic cop's whistle again. The crossing stood empty before them now, but there was not a sign of Frosty to be seen.
Only down the street his top hat rolled, all by itself in the melting snow. "Mr. Policeman!" the children cried. "Where has Frosty the Snow Man gone?" "Oh," said the policeman. "Frosty the Snow Man has gone away Where all snow men go on a sunny day. But he'll be back at your bidding and call Whenever great heaps of snowflakes fall." And he will. THE END
I have a list of people I know All written in a book And every year at Christmastime I go and take a look And that is when I realise That those names are a part Not of the book they're written in But of my very heart For each name stands for someone Who has crossed my path some time And in that meeting they've become A treasured friend of mine And once you've met some people The years can not erase The memory of a pleasant word Or a friendly face So when I send a Christmas card That is addressed to you It's because you're on that list Of folk I'm indebted to And you are one of many folk who In times past I've met And happen to be one of those I don't want to forget And whether I have known you for Many years or few In some way you have a part in Shaping things I do This, the spirit of Christmas, that Forever and ever endures May it leave it richest blessing In the hearts of you and yours.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Everybody knows a turkey
and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys
and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer
really know how to fly.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said
many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you.
The magic of Christmas is so many things... A holly wreath gay and a church bell that rings, A tree all a-glitter, a candle's soft glow And moonlight reflected on new-fallen snow; A kitchen's aroma of sugar and spice, Bright packages wrapped up so pretty and nice, Red stockings o'erflowing with candy and toys And hung by the fireplace for good girls and boys.
The magic of Christmas is sound everywhere... Sweet voices of carolers upon frosted air, The jingle of sleigh bells across hill and vale, Glad ring of the postman delivering the mail; Good friends dropping in and the laughter so gay, Store windows checked out in delightful display. Dear Santa Claus chuckling his famed "Ho, ho, ho!" And little tots whispering as Santa bends low.
The magic of Christmas is so many things... A candlelit church and a choir that sings, The being together with people we love, Belief that the Christmas Star still shines above; The caring and giving and goodwill towards men, The Christ Child reborn in our hearts once again, Contentment and peace and a faith strong within, A spirit of love that makes all the world kin.
The magic of Christmas is all this and more, May your day be merry with much joy in store And may the bright memories and glow ne'er depart... The magic of Christmas live on in your heart! ~~