The darkness will now
Turn to the moon and
stars their back
To raise the shade
Of light again
With winter’s flight
And night rescind
A frost brings a cold
As the sun travels
The global trip
Giving back the light
from autumn darkness
Now soon to be out of sight
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I find myself (as I do every Christmas) thinking back to a
special lady who always made Christmas so loving. There was
one gift I always remember and treasure is the one from Grandma.
She was old and retired. She was living on a very limited
income. Each Christmas she would set up a tree no taller than
Two feet. It was artificial and set on a little table covered with cotton
from old boxes, replicating snow.
She would take the little money she had and buy each of her
grandchildren hose for the girls and socks for the boys.
Today I remember her going to the little tree. Her hands had
become old with swollen joints and trembled just a little as
she picked up the little gift wrapped in thin paper from the year
before. There was always a thin ribbon, usually red tied so carefully.
Handing me the little gift, she would say, “It’s not much.” I
would always smile to her and say, “Grandma, you have no idea
how much I needed hose.” She would smile and sit next to the
Today that gift keeps giving back to me. It was love.
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I looked past the window pane and saw the gray bleak sky,
and felt the chill left in the house where all the quiet abides.
I’m not sure which bird I heard but off in distance it sings,
And I listen until the quiet resumes, then hear him once again.
Ice has passed and snow’s to come, blanketing frozen ground,
as I walked among the woods a breaking crunching sound
of frozen earth reminds me of the labored year has passed.
We look for good news to come, and hope that will surpass.
This hope was birthed among the timbers and quiet baby born,
yet the world goes on the same, even after Christmas morn.
Listen, even as the year ends, Father times bids us farewell,
while the story remains anew among the promised tale
of birth and baby, poverty persist and still it overcomes,
rage and war and even death as life brought by a son.
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Dark and bleak the days become
Mother and child still are one.
They seek a shelter for the night
against the cold weather’s fright
A shed, a stable they find by grace
In the night their stay finds pace
to labor pains inside the shed
Labor and love defies world’s dread
where infant cries break the sounds
all kings and shepherds seek to surround
as star reflects hope and the son
God enters the world among
on this our Christmas Day…
Copyrighted: 2016 CMM
Vintage Silver Christmas Tree
I remember your silver retro tree
sitting on your desk,
the ornaments of blue reflecting
years past of the-other-day.
I smile to remember our verbal
folly of the tacky tree
You would reply, it is the best,
and I would smile, and say ok.
The truth is, it was the best.
Memories of drive-in movies
and sock hops reflected in the light
of the mulit-color turning wheel.
I remember your silver tree,
your jolly laugh of folly and doo-wop.
Jokes of the past being the best of all.
I now remember, smile, and miss you.
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RIP Prof. Doo-wop (2012)
As the chickadee finds its nest,
among the prickly leaf…
The labored Mother sighs
as birthing finds relief…
Then nature joins a chorus,
among the star they sing…
Humanity realized His birth
of the Resurrection King…
He came among the world
in quiet winter’s rest…
Chickadee without notice
continues to make his nest…
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Christmas lights flicker
into colors, green and red.
The silence of the season
hangs in what is not said.
It is the knowing you are not here
your smile I miss the most,
The quiet way you made it so
a holiday Christmas toast.
I will miss our first Christmas
with you not around.
I will miss all the other Christmas’
in memory do resound.
Copyright: 2011 CMM
Remembering Mom at Christmas
Mom, I wonder if you see the star,
one promised long ago.
Is it brighter from time passed
with a constant glow.
Are you closer to the cradle,
of which no time can rot,
This manger scene, of babe
and birth that never is forgotten.
If in heaven you get to see
all the wonders of that night.
I see your smile in all we love,
and I know you are alright.
© CMM Christmas 2011