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26 november
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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.
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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.
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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. |
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wandered mony a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidled i' the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
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25 november
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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
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THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS
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.
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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. 
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1 cup butter
2 cups sugar
6 large eggs
2 teaspoons baking powder
3 cups flour, sifted
1/2 t. salt
1 cup bourbon
1 pound pecans, chopped
3 cups white raisins (or use candied fruit)
1 t. nutmeg
AND
~ a very large bottle of bourbon whiskey ~
First, sample the whiskey to check for quality.
Assemble all of the ingredients. Check the whiskey again.
To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.
Repeat this step.
Turn on the electric mixer and beat one cup of butter in a large
fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and cream until beat.
Make sure the whiskey is still okay... try another cup.
Turn off the mixer. Beat six leggs and add to the bowl,
then chunk in the cup of dried flut. Mix on the tuner.
Throw in two quarts of flour. Gradually pour in the cow.
Add 2 dried anything.
If the fried druit gets struck in the beaters, pry it loose with
a drewscriver. Sample the whiskey and check it again for tonsistency.
Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Who cares???
Check the whiskey again.Now sift the nutmeg and strain your nuts. Add one table.
And the spoon. Of whiskee. Or something. Whatever you find left.
Grease the oven.
Turn the crake pan to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner.
Pour the oven into the batter. Throw the bowl out the window.
Lick the batter off the floor.
Bake 300 minutes at 50 degrees.
Finish the blobble of whishy and flow to bed.
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The Magick Of Christmas
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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! ~~
Author Unknown
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In the good old times,
Chimney Sweeps used to go from door to door
on New Years day to wish people Good Luck.
Ever since, they are considered as 'The ultimate bringer of Good Luck'
. A Chimney Sweep is a sign of good luck, wealth and happiness.
There are several legends why a Chimney Sweep is said to be
"The" harbinger of good luck.
One version of the legend has it's origins in old England,
where King George was riding horseback in a royal procession.
A dog ran from the crowd, barking and nipping at the King's horse.
The horse reared, and to the horror of the crowd, almost threw the King!
A lone figure, shabbily dressed and filthy, stepped into the road.
He caught the horse's halter and calmed the animal.
As quickly as he appeared, the man faded back into crowd.
The King, wanting to reward the man, asked his name.
No-one knew the man's name, but many told the King that he is just a Chimney Sweep.
The King declared that from that day that Chimney Sweeps should be regarded as Lucky!
The chimney has been a part of family life since the early Romans
first realized that it was better to live in a nice, fire-warmed home than in a chilly one.
They needed a way to funnel off the smoke the fires caused.
Centuries later, in medieval times, fireplaces were invented to heat individual rooms
and provide a safe place for indoor cooking.
They soon learned that fireplaces and their chimneys needed a cleaning
as a house full of soot and fumes is unhealthy.
And so, chimney sweeping developed into a necessary profession.
People liked having the chimney sweep pay a visit as he brought clean,
fresh air back to the home.
Sweeps are associated with hearth and home,
and thus domestic bliss.
Chimney Sweeps became a sign of good health and prosperity.
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Reggie’s brother gave him an automobile as a Christmas present.
On Christmas Eve Reggie came out of his office,
and saw a street urchin admiring his shiny new car.
"Is this your car, Mister?" he asked. Reggie nodded in affirmation,
"My brother gave it to me for Christmas."
The boy was surprised.
"You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you anything?
Boy, I wish..." He hesitated.
Reggie knew what he was going to wish for.
He was going to wish he had a brother like the one Reggie has.
But what the lad said was far beyond Reggie’s expectation.
"I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that.
" For a few seconds words failed Reggie and then he impulsively added,
"Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?"
"Oh yes, I'd love that.
" After a short ride, the boy turned towards Reggie.
His eyes were glowing and he said,
"Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?"
Reggie smiled a little.
He thought he understood what the lad wanted.
He wanted to show it off to his neighbors
that he could ride home in a big automobile.
But Reggie was wrong again.
"Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked.
He ran up the steps.
In a little while Reggie heard him coming back,
but he was not coming fast.
He was carrying his little brother who was physically challenged.
He sat him down on the bottom step,
then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.
"There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs.
His brother gave it to him for Christmas
and it didn't cost him a cent.
And some day I'm going to give you one just like it
...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things
in the Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about.
" Reggie got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car.
His brother whose eyes were gleaming with joy
climbed in beside him and the three of them embarked
on a memorable holiday ride.
That Christmas Eve,
Reggie learned what Jesus meant when he said:
"It is more blessed to give...
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Yesterday you touched
my mind...
Today you touched
my heart...
What will tomorrow bring...
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When I look at your eyes, I see
your true self.
I see you're sweet, and caring.
I see you're giving and forgiving.
I see your love for me.
When I look at your eyes
I stop myself from crying
When I'm alone and think
about your eyes I cry.
I can't stop thinking that
one day I'll never see
those eyes again
That I'll never see the
love or the sweetness
Or the love that makes
you who you are.
One day you'll be gone -
gone from me.
Gone from this world.
No matter what happens,
those eyes will one day close
And forever rest in peace.
But you'll never be
completely gone,
Because every time
I close my eyes,
There you will be.
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Wish all my spacefriend
A lovely christmas
Lots of snow, and lots
of gifts and love
Merry christmas |
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