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Love One Another

THE BIRTH OF CHRIST XXXXXXXXXXX

Give love and a smile;
It will take you and others that extra mile.
For what you give you will receive,
No better time to give, than Christmas eve.

Imagine what a world it would be,
If I loved you and you loved me.
If we multiplied this love to everyone we know;
It wouldn’t be long before it started to grow.

Jesus came into the world, to show us the way;
To love one another every day.
At Christmas time, we celebrate His birth,
So let’s try and remember why He came to this earth.

by Simon Icke

Snowing by Malcolm Bradshaw

Thoughts at Christmas

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Christmas is a time of joy for some,

But Christmas can bring sadness too,

Christmas is what ever

The time of year means to you.

 

Christmas can be happy,

For all the girls and boys,

To see there faces light up,

When they receive their toys.

 

Christmas can be lonely,

For those that are left alone,

Families that have forgotten

Loved ones left at home.

 

Christmas brings out all that is good,

It lifts our very soul,

It makes us feel like children,

As we approach the Christmas Noel.

 

Remember as you celebrate Christmas,

Send good cheer all around,

For all the good fortune you have experienced,

And for all the love you have found.

 

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw  

A different Christmas poem

 
 
 
A Different Christmas Poem
 
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, its 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 “It’s 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.”

PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S.service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.  Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.

Light a Candle – Ron Martin

Countdown to christmas

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The snow is glistening brightly under the winter morning sun;

The countdown to Christmas has finally begun

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But Christmas isn’t about presents,

It’s about having the people you love close and near;

For some people Christmas time is hard, as for them it’s the loneliest time of the year

 ..

So this Christmas when you are sitting around smiling, please spare a thought for the homeless man who will spend this holiday season on the street;

We may all be hoping for things we don’t really need, whilst others are wishing they just had new shoes on their feet

 ..

Some people will be missing their loved ones this Christmas,

And some people will see their tears falling with the snow;

I try to imagine our lost loved ones are the angel on top of my tree, and their love will follow us wherever we go

 ..

Some families will be split apart this Christmas, as thousands of parents are away fighting in a war, and all they will have is 5 minutes on a phone;

Their children have to become soldiers, and the only present they will ask for is their Daddy to come home

 ..

Some people will be alone this Christmas, and each one of them will be wishing they had a family to hug up to around a tree;

You may wonder how I know all this, well because a few years ago that person feeling alone was me

 ..

So this Christmas try to remember those of us who will still feel the cold under the winter sun;

The snow has started to fall, which means the countdown to Christmas has begun.

 

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

The worlds best christmas lights to music 2012

 

HOLIDAY BOUNTY – Promote Yourself

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Apples
Biscuits
Candy
Drifts Deep
 
Errands
Friends
Goodness
Holly sweeps
 
Interchange
Jingle Bells
Kisses
Leaps
 
Merriment
Night
Ovens
Peak
 
Quaffs
Reindeer
Snow
Treats
 
Unrevealed dreams
Voices singing
Winter
(E)xaltations
Yuletide week
 
Zenith of the Year.
Wendy Shreve

O COME ALL YE FAITHFUL BY NEIL BRADSHAW

Christmas Lights

A PARALLEL UNIVERSE Promote – Yourself

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Where there is gloom, there is elsewhere, joy;
Where hate dwells, in another place, love inspires;
Where barbs fly, nearby a child plays with a toy;
Where gunshots wound,  around the world a shooting star fires.
 
When screams ring out, babies giggle;
When corruption pervades, honor exists;
When injustices erode our foundation, good deeds triple;
When innocents lose hope, faith persists.
 
If our environment is threatened, activists fight harder.
If our coffers are empty, our communities provide.
If our American Dream diminishes, voices scream louder.
If our eyes are closed to suffering, in another universe they’re open wide.
 
 
Wendy Shreve

ROMANCING HER AND THE NIGHT – Promote Yourself

 

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I see nothing but your glowing face,
Across our decorated dinner table,
Under a moonless starlit sky,
In the backyard of our ancient house.

In that pitch darkness,
Comes a star falling,
As if to see you, celestial,
Dining with a mortal.

The rain comes down
To gives us a fleeting visit,
Bringing with it the smell
Of wet mud and wet hair.

The wind whispers the most
Private of secrets from your heart
Secrets I already know
And secrets you’d want me to.

As you tuck your hair behind your ears,
Your eyes call out to me silently
While the farm horse surrenders to sleep,
I blow the last candle off.

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