Christmas


a barn they said

Frigid cold night

A trough straw bed

Cattle in sight

A story told

Who may believe

Baby behold

Infinity

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A winter Moon

Upon the crest

Shines a light

The season’s best

Of cold and ice

Is set to be

Expectancy

of winter’s eve .

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3rd Sunday of Advent

1st Sunday of Advent


A wakeful glimpse

Into darkness that helps us

See past into the light

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Christmas Day


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…

 

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He Came


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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Missing Christmas


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.

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Every Holiday, I love sharing this…


Santa Came Too Soon


A voice so loud, I do remember,

 

Early evening, in late December

 

“Ho ho ho”, with a thunderous caugh,

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Waking from slumber, we began to laugh.

 

Why was he here and we not asleep?

 

As our grandfather yelled, “kids come take a peep.”

 

“It looks as though Santa has come too soon,

 

You are awake and giggling in your room.”

 

We tip toed and peered around the hall to see,

 

a bearded man, red suit, looking back at me.

 

“Ho Ho Ho”, he winked and continued to sound.

 

“You are awake and wide eyed, I have found.”

 

We stood there in awe, and not a word said,

 

He hugged us, “Now get back to your bed.”

 

I remember the night, Santa came too soon.

 

As I tried to fall asleep, that night in my room.

 

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The Gift


I remember the little white package.

It was a rippled red ribbon so neatly tied.

Crossbow over the square gift.

Placed just under the 3 ft. Christmas Tree.img_2329

Set on a table with white cotton tree skirt.

“It’s not much,” she would say.

“Oh, Grandma, anything you give is always too

much.”

We would smile as her trembling hands reached for the gift.

“Thank you Grandma,” as we opened the gift gingerly.

There in the little gift was a pair of sheer stockings.

“Grandma, how did you know, this is just what I needed.”

She would smile delightfully with light behind her blue eyes.

You see, the gift of love was one she could not wrap in paper.

The caring hands were never measured by a moment.

Her memory is not in just one generation, but many.

Her gift, I treasure, it was the gift of love left lingering.

Copyrighted: December 2016  CMM