Christmas Acrostic (by Johnnie DesRochers)



Christmas Acrostic (by Johnnie DesRochers)

C is for the Child born that night to be our light. (John 8:12)

H is for holy is His name. (Rev.4:8)

R is for rejoice with gladness & joy. (Luke 1:14)

I is for Immanuel, God with us. (Is.7:14,) John 1:14)

S is for the star that led the Wise men to Him. (Matt.2:2)

T is for the truth & grace that was sent our way. (John 1:14)

M is for Mother Mary laying Him in swaddling clothes in the manger. (Luke 2:7)

A is for angels singing songs of joy. (Luke 2:14)

S is for salvation.

It's Christmas Time Again

by Bob Lazzar-Atwood

Put your problems on probation

Run your troubles off the track,

Throw your worries out the window

Get the monkeys off your back.

Silence all your inner critics

With your conscience make amends,

And allow yourself some happiness

It's Christmas time again!

Call a truce with those who bother you

Let all the fighting cease,

Give your differences a breather

And declare a time of peace,

Don't let angry feelings taint

The precious time you have to spend,

And allow yourself some happiness

It's Christmas time again!

Like some cool refreshing water

Or a gentle summer breeze,

Like a fresh bouquet of flowers

Or the smell of autumn leaves,

It's a banquet for the spirit

Filled with family, food and friends,

So allow yourself some happiness

It's Christmas time again!

Message From Santa Claus

by: Judy Arline Puckett

If it were in my powers,

I would bring peace and love,

To this world of ours,

But I don't have magic enough,

I can cross the sky,

and pass by the stars,

But I can't seem to stop,

Any of hatred's wars,

I see children on the street,

With no hope left,

in the eyes.

So many homeless people

with no where to sleep.

And my heart cries.

I can't give the things they need,

Oh But God I would try.

I'm only a fantasy,

that once took wings to fly,

Some are deceived,

by the gifts that money can buy,

But those who truly believe,

see the gift with the heart,

not with the eye,

I sometime stop and go to my knees,

and pause,

and I too always pray,

That we will find a end to wars,

and live in peace one day.

For all those who believe in me,

I will continue my cause,

Across the stars,

over the wars,

On Christmas Eve,

For the hearts that still believe,

In Santa Claus

A Frozen Tear

By William Thomas

Winter in Kodiak, a time of little light.

The snow brightens the ground and the stars light up the night.

A cluster of Spruce sag deep, a drift in front of my car.

My heart weighs heavy. Thoughts of relatives afar.

A blustery wind blows, north then south.

A cold winter thirst, warm java for my mouth.

A homeless man sleeps, all bundled in clothes.

His heart deep with thoughts of past Christmas woes.

A handshake, a smile, a sip of my coffee.

A friend in waiting, I became to he.

Some food from the shelter, a warm place to rest.

His life for the moment, felt happy and blessed.

He told me the stories of days long ago.

My full attention, he required, to him I happily bestowed.

A veteran of the war, a father of four.

A long distance call seemed to matter no more.

The blanket of stars and the snow under his feet,

only brought back memories of a scar so deep.

A story from my life, I understood his loss.

To spend Christmas without family, there's no greater cost.

One more handshake. A “man-hug” goodbye.

His face looked of worry, wondered if I would be back tonight.

A job in Kodiak sometimes is so rare.

But I am happy to tell you, where I work is here.

A smile, a thought, the lending [pic]

of an ear.

A thousand times more helpful than a frozen tear.

Its that time of the year again

Its that time of the year again

Jingles, laughter, parties and celebration.

To wish someone dear and close, 

Miss someone the heart yearns,

To Remember to Good old times, fun we had,

Its that time of the year again.

Its that time of the year again,

When we dance, sing and party,

And get the best decorations on the tree

Its that time of the year again, 

When Santa rules everyone's thoughts,

And you; mine.

Christmas 2000

Hustle and bustle and hurry and run

looking for gifts that bring so much fun. 

A visit to Santa we also must make

because of our children for all of our sakes.

The food preparations must get underway

like cookies and candies for our special day.

Gifts must be wrapped and bows must be tied

and trees must be trimmed and lights hung outside.

Cards must be bought and then must be signed

And addresses and mailed to reach friends on time.

The kids must be bathed and tucked into bed

where they will wait to hear Santa's sled.

But when morning comes midst all the squeals,

faces depicting what our children feel;

it makes all the hustle and hurry and run

so very worthwhile for these little ones.

Now let's remember the child in our lives

given to us when God's son arrived

to teach is to love each other and then 

to die on the cross to save us from sin.

Cherish His Christmas

Christmas brings such a time of love

Each tender heart holds so much of

Unselfishness thrives, trust is strong

The purpose to give, send love along.

A time of pleasantries, patience too

Good wishes to all, all feelings true

Thankfulness follows each fine deed

Gifts from our God, never from greed.

Great the rewards that joy does bring

Like the beauty in hearing angels sing

We pray for our loved, each so dear

Especially those who can't be near.

Many leave home to bravely serve

All freedoms we have, they preserve

Do pray for our troops, as we should

And their families too, if you would.

Give thanks to our Lord, His only Son

And cherish His Christmas, everyone.

Roger J. Robicheau

Merry Christmas Daddy

by Debbie Tegtmeier

The Christmas lights twinkle

and reflect in my tears,

as I suddenly realize

it's been almost a year.

My daddy left us

and his earthly home.

He's off in the heavens

to eternally roam.

As luck would have it,

he left his best in me;

from his sarcastic wit

to his "evil eye" gene.

My sons' didn't know

much of my dad.

Still they cherish what little

time that they had.

But long before leaving

his home here on earth,

we all gained from his values

of pride and self-worth.

So my happy memories

Must dull the pain,

and soothe my soul

'til I'm with daddy again.

The Eve Of Christmas

Two thousand years have almost gone by

Since Jesus was nailed on a cross to die

His teachings were done by words and deed

Thousand would listen, and thousands would heed.

The words of His wisdom, and that of God

As many miles on foot would he trod

Let Peace be on earth, would be His command,

And nothing less than this should we demand!

On the Eve of His birth let us all be blessed

And thank our God as we see the end of our quest.

Let us all stand together, as brother and friend

Pledge our love, and respect to a world without end.

Together we stand, in joy and in sorrow

and praise the birth of Jesus with the light of tomorrow!

A Letter From Santa Claus

Tons of happiness filed Ronnie's head,

as he read what Santa had said.

For he had sent him a letter that night,

which filled his little heart with delight.

And as he read that letter more,

Santa walked right through the door,

He filled Ronnie with lots of joy,

as he handed him a new toy

.

Santa was the jolliest of them all

His nose was like a little red ball

He had a beard that was flowing long,

he looked perfect, nothing was wrong.

He didn't want Santa to go

He went up the chimney, and a kiss he did blow.

After Santa shouted goodbye,

Ronnie smiled and began to sigh.

Mistletoe

by Walter de la Mare

Sitting under the mistletoe,

One last candle burning low,

All the sleepy dancers gone,

Just one candle burning on,

Shadows lurking everywhere:

Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go

Nodding under the mistletoe,

No footsteps came, no voice, but only,

Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,

Stooped in the still and shadowy air

Lips unseen - and kissed me there. 

What Do We Love About Christmas?

By Joanna Fuchs

What do we love about Christmas;

Does our delight reside in things?

Or are the feelings in our hearts

The real gift that Christmas brings.

It's seeing those we love,

And sending Christmas cards, too,

Appreciating people who bring us joy

Special people just like you.

'Christmas Bells'

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas Day

Their old, familiar carols play,

And wild and sweet

The words repeat

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,

The belfries of all Christendom

Had rolled along

The unbroken song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way

The world revolved from night to day,

A voice, a chime,

A chant sublime

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth

The cannon thundered in the South,

And with the sound

The Carols drowned

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;

‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;

‘For hate is strong,

And mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!

The Wrong shall fail,

The Right prevail,

With peace on earth, good-will to men!’

Christmas Fun

By Joanna Fuchs

The tempting gifts are tantalizing;

About opening them, we are fantasizing.

The holiday foods are appetizing;

Our excitement and joy are growing and rising;

Our hearts and minds are harmonizing;

Jolly Christmas fun we're maximizing!

Christmas Joys

By Joanna Fuchs

Evergreen boughs that fill our homes

With fragrant Christmas scents,

Hearts filled with the loving glow

That Christmas represents;

Christmas cookies, turkeys stuffed,

Festive holly berry,

Little faces bright with joy,

Loved ones being merry;

Parties, songs, beribboned gifts,

Silver bells that tinkle,

Christmas trees and ornaments,

Colorful lights that twinkle;

Relatives waiting with open arms

To smile and hug and kiss us;

These are some of the special joys

That come along with Christmas.

Recipe for Christmas All Year Long

By Joanna Fuchs

Take a heap of child-like wonder

That opens up our eyes

To the unexpected gifts in life—

Each day a sweet surprise.

Mix in fond appreciation

For the people whom we know;

Like festive Christmas candles,

Each one has a special glow.

Add some giggles and some laughter,

A dash of Christmas food,

(Amazing how a piece of pie

Improves our attitude!)

Stir it all with human kindness;

Wrap it up in love and peace,

Decorate with optimism, and

Our joy will never cease.

If we use this healthy recipe,

We know we will remember

To be in the Christmas spirit,

Even when it's not December.

A Sunny Christmas

Anonymous

Every year at Christmas time

There's not a sign of snow.

Instead we spend our yuletide days

In the sun's warm cheery glow.

We have the best of Christmas things,

The lights, the gifts, the bells,

(And "snowbirds" who arrive en masse

To fill our beach hotels.)

The glorious weather fits right in

With our happy Christmas mood,

And we can also walk and run

Without having to be snowshoed.

So don't feel bad for your (location) friends

Who have no snow or ice.

We think our sunny Christmas here

Is a holiday paradise!

Be My Christmas Gift

By Karl Fuchs

If you sat beneath the Christmas tree,

You’d sure add to the décor,

But even if you were gift wrapped,

I couldn't love you more.

You have to know that if I had you,

I’d have the gift I’d most adore,

Better than any expensive gift

I could purchase in a store.

If you hug me tight, you wonderful thing,

And be my Christmas gift,

You’ll brighten my days forevermore

And give my heart a lift.

Toy Escape

By Joanna Fuchs

Late Christmas Eve, when all was still,

And the room was dark as night,

The Christmas tree lit magically;

It was a fantastic sight!

Then from around the tree trunk now,

There came a funny sound,

As gifts began to unwrap themselves,

And toys jumped out all around.

The music box began to play,

And in a crazy trance,

The candy canes jumped off the tree

To do a silly dance.

The big stuffed bear leaped to his feet,

To see what he could see;

He rode a shiny, bright red bike

Around the Christmas tree.

The new toy kitchen started to cook,

And before you could blink an eye,

The oven door opened, and from inside

Came a tiny pizza pie.

A squirt gun squirted everything;

It knew what it was for;

By the time that it was finished,

A big puddle lay on the floor.

A beautiful doll with golden hair

Was searching for a friend;

A toy soldier marched up and took her hand;

They were a perfect blend.

In the bedroom were a boy and girl;

Asleep in Christmas dreams;

The soldier saluted; the doll gave a kiss;

At least that's the way it seems.

Now everything began to tire;

The toys went back in place.

But when mother woke in the morning,

You should have seen her face.

The tree was fine; the gifts were there,

Yet mother gave a roar;

She looked at her wet shoes and yelled,

"What's this puddle on my floor?"

A Soldier Is A Gift

By Joanna Fuchs

As we celebrate Christmas, and we open our gifts,

we realize what priceless gifts a soldier gives to our country—

the gifts of patriotism, service, and deep dedication to our nation.

As we feast on a variety of fine Christmas delicacies,

we acknowledge that a soldier personifies a variety of fine qualities:

courage, good character, honor, fortitude amidst hardship,

persistence in subduing evil, and bravery in the face of danger.

A soldier is a cut above the rest of us,

doing jobs we could not or would not do.

While we are surrounded by Christmas comforts,

we remember soldiers in places we would not want to be,

bringing the gift of adaptability to any situation,

no matter how harsh or difficult.

As we "ooh" and "aah" over the Christmas lights and shiny ornaments

we recognize that a soldier gives us the most cherished gift of all,

the shining light of freedom.

At Christmas, let us wrap our hearts and minds

around our treasured soldiers.

May they understand how very much their service means to us.

Let us send the Christmas gifts of love, respect and admiration

to our steadfast, loyal, magnificent warriors

and their essential civilian support staff.

They themselves are the most precious Christmas gift of all,

our protectors—our soldiers.

New Prince, New Pomp

by Robert Southwell

Behold a silly tender Babe, in freezing winter night;

In homely manger trembling lies, alas a piteous sight:

The inns are full, no man will yield this little Pilgrim bed,

But forced He is with silly beasts, in crib to shroud His head.

Despise Him not for lying there, first what He is enquire:

An orient pearl is often found, in depth of dirty mire;

Weigh not His crib, His wooden dish, nor beasts that by Him feed:

Weigh not His mother's poor attire, nor Joseph's simple weed.

This stable is a Prince's court, the crib His chair of state:

The beasts are parcel of His pomp, the wooden dish His plate.

The persons in that poor attire, His royal liveries wear,

The Prince Himself is come from heaven, this pomp is prized there.

With joy approach, O Christian wight, do homage to thy King,

And highly prize this humble pomp, which He from heaven doth bring.  

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