WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS

A MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM POETREE CREATIONS – GILLIAN AND THOMAS

CHILDREN AT CHRISTMAS

 

 So as we celebrate Christmas,

Let us think of all those in need,

We pray to you Father,

That all of them will feed,

For it is nice to celebrate Christmas,

When sound in body and mind,

When you have had your Christmas meal,

On turkey and pudding you’ve dined.

 

Think of all the children,

Who celebrate alone?

Who have no families?

No where to call there home,

There is nothing to celebrate,

For those little girls and boys,

No reindeer or Father Christmas,

No stockings to fill with toys.

 

So remember when we celebrate Christmas,

In a stable far away,

Was born a little baby,

And in a manger lay,

The shepherds and the three wise men,

Who travelled from a far?

They looked up into the sky,

And followed a bright new star.

 

They knelt down by Jesus,

To worship the new born King,

With Gold, Frankincense and Mere,

The three wise men did bring,

So send your thoughts out to the children,

For it should be a special day,

Let us thank the lord for what we have,

And to him we should say.

 

Father take all the children,

Surround them with your love,

Send your light to protect them,

From your glorious world above.

This world is full of profit,

Men that are full of greed,

What about the children,

Who die, if they don’t feed?

It would be nice,

If this time next year we see,

That all the children of the world are fed,

And that everyone was free.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw  

CHRISTMAS CAROLS

PLAY OUR SELECTION OF CHRISTMAS CAROLS

WHILE YOU READ OUR CHRISTMAS POETRY ENJOY

Christmas Holiday

Snowflakes patterned
Like Nottingham Lace
Children skating
Creating faces
Of joy
Church bells ringing
People singing
A Christmas song
Everyone scurries
All of a flurry
To and fro
They have to go
And shop
Trudging through
The deep deep snow
Christmas is here
Everyone knows
In the ice cold snow

Thomas Sims

One For The Road

This was a common saying back in the day. People would be trying to leave a party, but no, “come on, one more for the road.” People would stay, there weren’t the drinking and driving laws there are today, people were driving half tanked all the time!

There is a drunk driving commercial circulating, I didn’t watch it, but I’ve enclosed the link. I don’t need to watch it, I don’t want to watch it.

http://www.thisblewmymind.com/the-most-powerful-drunk-driving-ad-ever/#CF8rkoMcetRXFojX.01

A very close family friend was killed by a drunk driver who then fled the scene. He didn’t even care enough about a son, a father and grandfather to even stop to check on him. This is the most cowardly and disgusting act, I truly want that man to die. I’m not Christian, I want him to die in the most painful of ways.

This Christmas season, please ignore those that say “one for the road.” Please remember that everyone is a son or daughter. Everyone has someone who will want to hunt you down and hurt you in the most painful of ways.

Everyone. Don’t let it be me, please, I can’t do that again

“A SOLDIER’S CHRISTMAS POEM” – Promote Yourself

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.” “It’s my duty to
stand at the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘Pearl on a day in December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam’,
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue… an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”

“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq

Author: LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN, 20th Naval Construction Regiment

Twenty first century Santa

It will be lonely this Christmas

It will be lonely this Christmas

Because my wife will not be by my side,

6 x 6 foot room

With four grey walls surround me

A prison cell 

That’s why it will be lonely this Christmas

Because last year I got drunk

And knocked A little child  down,

So It will be lonely this Christmas

I deserved what I got,

3 years in prison that’s isn’t a lot

I took child’s life,

So That’s why I can’t see my wife

I will be lonely this Christmas,

That’s what I have to sacrifice

By Thomas Sims

The moral of this poem

IS

DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE

THIS CHRISTMAS

THANK YOU

PLEASE REBLOG THIS AND SPREAD THE WORD. STOP THE SUFFERING THIS CHRISTMAS.

Christmas Sonnet Variiation

~

When love becomes our answer to our day,

our dreams, our passions, are every way

responsible. We seek new travels when 

just ahead,

family makes some sort of sense again.

Each day we walk across same horizons

acting out our world through inspiration.

We live to dream to overcome our fears.

to be led

along safe departures strong with new tears

Please look aside in front and all around

A spiritual reality is found

We are the energy of our sweet lives

break some bread,

cherishing love when anyone arrives.

So now tonight take hands in quiet peace

share love, draw happiness, allow release!

~

© Thom Amundsen 2014

http://thinkingoutloudagain.com

CHRISTMAS FOR THE BROKENHEARTED (A Song of Hope) – Promote Yourself

  

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

Calling all who have no-one to trust
Calling all who have lost joy’s hope
Calling all whose friends have long gone
There’s a Christmas for the brokenhearted
No more will love be hidden, departed

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

Never give up when you’re alone
Never give up when your heart’s cold
Never give up when sadness calls
Never give up, I won’t give up
There’s a Christmas for the brokenhearted
No more will love be hidden, departed

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

Bridge
Oh! Even when the snow it falls
And settles upon your life that’s stalled
Look past the fragile side of the season
Know that you are loved
And that I am the reason
Yes, know that you are loved
And that I am the reason

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth

www.poetrycottage.wordpress.com

When peace came down at Christmas. -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

Were they ready

                   for the day when it came?
To pay the price –
                          the ultimate sacrifice.
 In a land they didn’t call home.
“It’ll be over by Christmas,”
                             their loved ones believed,
but all of them knew:
                    their hopes were deceived.
Each one waiting.
                           Anticipating.
Their  Cherubim – a different kind.

Were they ready,

                   for the day when it came?
Enveloped in calm,
                     they laid down their arms,
To listen,
          and watch peace unfurl.
Did they dare go over the top?
          To greet and frat and swap,
            offering gifts to those they should kill.
Each one waiting.
            Anticipating.
A haven in the midst of hell.

Were they ready,
                   for the day when it came?
A quietness fell,
                    no sound of a shell.
Silence covered the land.
Then singing was heard
                               on the night of goodwill.
Exchanges made,
                       the night so still
When peace came down at Christmas.
Each one waiting.
            Anticipating.
Fritz waved a greeting – or was it farewell?

© Karen Ette 

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM WHAT’S YOUR’S

Christmas

Christmas means many things

To people through out the land

To Christians it’s a celebration of Jesus

Of a birth that God had planned

 

To non-Christians

It’s just another day

They still worship God

They do it a different way

 

All other religions are just as important

For they are touched by the divine light

They all have there own celebrations

To praise God is their right

 

We should thank God for his gifts

For his light of love is in all

He claims not to belong to one movement

He only asks we listen to his call

 

Enjoy your religion

Be happy in all that you do

For God is your Father and Mother

And he is in all of you

  Malcolm G Bradshaw 

A spirit of Christmas

 

 

 

The snow lay upon the ground

The spirit of a old native Indian rode into town,

He told stories of hunting buffalo

And how his tribe lived off the land,

But would anybody give

This old Indian a helping hand,

There was no food to be found

Just deep snow on the ground,

The Indian looked old and pale

His cloths were ragged and torn,

The Indian asked food and a drink

And a bed to rest his head,

He would not ask for any more,

So spare a thought this Christmas

Not just for the spirit of a old Indian

But for all the homeless people

Trying to make a living off the land

This Christmas,

why don’t you give them a helping hand.

By Thomas Sims

christmas lights

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