We're starting here with Mom's and Dad's. Feel free to append yours in comments. Merry Christmas!
I feel blessed
with all the rest
of you
for God's riches bestowed
to lighten our load
anew.
In times of distress
and all of the rest,
He is true.
With comfort and love
from Heaven above,
and you.
--DAD
Mom's Christmas Eve Poem
Our Christmas was in the garage, boxed and bagged.
As the days flew by, both Mom and Dad sagged.
James and Regent bought home a fresh tree
It finally got set up by sons, by now three.
And there it stood like the house, a bare tree.
Then a neighbor found out and said, "Leave it to me.'
We went to meet friends and watch a great show
Our hearts were cheered as home we did go.
But while we were gone, a true gift of selves
Was given by neighbors who worked hard, like elves.
The twinkling tree lights showed off decorations
The house was covered by lovingly preparations.
It made me remember the very best things
Are the kind things we do, not the stuff that we bring.
Thank you, Barkers, Olsens, Watsons, Maywald, Bessons.
4 comments:
Far apart in different states
Or gathered close together,
The greatest gift to contemplate
Is a family that's forever.
--JOHN
Sausage, Roast Beef, Cheese
Pickles, Crackers, Gravy, Bread
No rice pudding, please.
-d2
those are all lovely. great poems.
Last night as we read in the book of St. Luke
Harrison noticed a nativity fluke.
"Where's Santa?" he asked after the story had ended.
Our Christmas enactment, to him was intended
to include all the players, the old and the new.
So we took the moment to remind him the true
Christmas message is Christ only, that's it.
No reindeer or trees or even St. Nick.
We drove home the point with a repeated reading
to focus ourselves on the true Christmas meaning.
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