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Christmas Poems

The following 'Christmas Spirit' is from
Homespun's own John Paul -
poetry@snowcrest.net



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This
Xmas, try
to end a quarrel.
Seek out a forgotten
friend. Dismiss suspicion,
and replace it with trust...
Write a love letter. Share some
treasure. Give a soft answer. En-
courage youth. Manifest your loyalty in
word and deed. Keep a promise. Find the
time. Forgo a grudge. Forgive an enemy. Listen.
Apologize if you were wrong. Try to understand.
Flout envy. Examine your demands on others. Think
first of someone else. Appreciate. Be kind; be gentle.
Laugh a little. Laugh a little more. Deserve confidence.
Take up arms against malice. Decry complacency. Express your
gratitude. Go to church. Welcome a stranger. Gladden the heart of a child
or a senior. Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth. Speak your
love, Yes please do speak
your love. Speak
it again. Speak
it still once
again.



ABC's For Christmas

A is for Angels with halos so bright
Whose carols were heard on that first Christmas night.
B is for Baby in a manger with hay
He's the real reason we have Christmas day!
C is for candles that so brightly shine
to give warm welcome to your friends and mine
D is for Doorway with garlands of green
To make Christmas merry, as far as they're seen.
E is for Evergreens, garlands galore
We hang at our windows, fireplace and door.
F is for Fun, the whole season long
From trimming the tree to singing a song.
G is for Greetings a merry "Hello"
With a heart full of love, from the people we know.
H is for Holly with berries of red
To make into wreathes to hang overhead.
I is for Ice on snow covered hills
Where sledding is fun (along with the spills)!
J is for Jingle Bells merrily ringing
to the whole world, untold joy they are bringing
K is for Kris Kringle so jolly he stands
That's what they call Santa in some other lands.
L is for Lanterns - I'm sure that their light
helped Mary and Joseph that first Christmas night.
M is for Mary, her heart full of love
For her son, little Jesus, from Heaven above.
N is for Noel the angels did sing
To herald the birth of Jesus our King.
O is for Ornaments so shiny and bright
With lights in the tree, they twinkle at night.
P is for packages presents so gay
All around the tree to open Christmas day.
Q is for Quiet, Christmas eve night
Soft snow-covered hills, silver moonlight.
R is for Red, a color so gay
It makes things look bright for that one special day.
S is for Shepherds who first saw the star
Over Bethlehem's manger and followed from afar.
T is for Trees, we decorate so gay
then wait for ole Santa to hurry our way.
U is for Universe, the whole wide world
May Christmas love disperse, peace and goodwill on earth
V is for Vixen, a lively reindeer
He always helps Santa deliver gifts each year
W is for Wisemen, who brought gifts so rare
They knelt down and worshipped the Christ child there.
X is for Xmas, a short way to spell it
But CHRISTMAS is the way that I like to write it.
Y is for Yuletide, a cheery time of year
When we gather together with those we hold dear.
Z is for Zero, that's very cold you know
Santa lives there where north winds blow.

This is the end of the story. Wasn't it charming and gay?
Hope it added some pleasure to your glad "Christmas Day".



The Christmas Star

May the Light that shone from the Christmas Star
On that night so long ago
Fall on you this Christmas night and set your face aglow.
May it shine from your eyes.
May it rest in your mind.
May it burn in your Spirit bright.
May the Peace it spoke to a weary world.
Bring joy to your heart tonight.

İm.garren 12-7-96



PICTURE POSTCARD

How silently the snow fell
Throughout the peaceful night,
Covered house and tree and bush
With robes of fluffy white.

A softened world before me,
Such beauty to behold.
My window frames the picture
A scene of Winter cold.

This snowy Kansas landscape
Is one to share with pride
I'm sending friends a snapshot,
But spend the day inside!

--Marie Marshall



The Dear Old Tree
by Luella Wilson Smith

There's a dear old tree--an evergreen tree
And it blossoms once a year
'Tis loaded with fruit from top to root
And brings to all good cheer.

For its blossoms bright are candles white
And its fruits are dolls and toys
And they all are free for both you and me
If we're good little girls and boys!



Belleau Woods
by Joe Henry and Garth Brooks

Oh, the snowflakes fell in silence
Over Belleau Wood that night
For a Christmas truce had been declared
By both sides of the fight
As we lay there in our trenches
The silence broke in two
By a German soldier singing
A song that we all knew

Though I did not know the language
The song was "Silent Night"
Then I heard my buddy whisper
"All is calm and all is bright"
Then the fear and doubt surrounded me
'Cause I'd die if I was wrong
But I stood up in my trench
And I began to sing along

Then across the frozen battlefield
Another's voice joined in
Until one by one each man became
A singer of the hymn

Then I thought I was dreaming
For right there in my sight
Stood a German soldier
'Neath the falling flakes of white
And he raised his hand and smiled at me
As if he seemed to say
Here's hoping we both live
To see us find a better way

Then the devil's clock struck midnight
And the skies lit up again
And the battlefield where heaven stood
Was blown to hell again

But for just one fleeting moment
The answer seemed so clear
Heaven's not beyond the clouds
It's just beyond the fear

No, heaven's not beyond the clouds
It's for us to find it here



little tree
--e.e. cummings

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see I will comfort you.
because you smell so sweetly

I will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would
only don't be afraid.

look the spangles
that sleep all year in the dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine
the balls the red and gold the fluffy threads

put up your little arms
and I will give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy

when you are quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare
oh but you will be very proud

and my little sister and I will take hands
and looking at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing



The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,
the fire siren echoed blaring its sound.

The firefighters came running from far and from near,
and raced to thetrucks quickly donning their gear.

And I in my bunkers my boots and my hat,
jumped to the engine to see where the fire's at.

Down at the corner of Fifth and of Oak,
the dispatcher informed us of a house filled with smoke.

Smoke poured from the sides, from up and from down,
yet up on the roof there was none to be found.

So up to the rooftop we raised up a ladder,
and climbed to the top to see what was the matter.

I came to the chimney and what did I see,
but a fellow in red stuck past his knees.

Well we tugged and we pulled until he came out,
then he winked with his eye and said with a shout.

"These darn newfangled chimneys they make them too small,
for a fellow as I, not skinny at all."

With a twitch of his nose he dashed to his sleigh,
and called to his reindeer, "AWAY now, AWAY."

As we rolled up our hoses he flew out of sight,
saying "God bless our firefighters" and to all a good night.



Christmas Trees
by Robert Frost - 1916

(A Christmas Circular Letter)

The city had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to the country;
When between whirls of snow not come to lie
And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove
A stranger to our yard, who looked the city,
Yet did in country fashion in that there
He sat and waited till he drew us out
A-buttoning coats to ask him who he was.
He proved to be the city come again
To look for something it had left behind
And could not do without and keep its Christmas.
He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods--the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn't thought of them as Christmas Trees.
I doubt if I was tempted for a moment
To sell them off their feet to go in cars
And leave the slope behind the house all bare,
Where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon.
I'd hate to have them know it if I was.
Yet more I'd hate to hold my trees except
As others hold theirs or refuse for them,
Beyond the time of profitable growth,
The trial by market everything must come to.
I dallied so much with the thought of selling.
Then whether from mistaken courtesy
And fear of seeming short of speech, or whether
From hope of hearing good of what was mine,
I said, "There aren't enough to be worth while."
"I could soon tell how many they would cut,
You let me look them over."
"You could look.
But don't expect I'm going to let you have them."
Pasture they spring in, some in clumps too close
That lop each other of boughs, but not a few
Quite solitary and having equal boughs
All round and round. The latter he nodded "Yes" to,
Or paused to say beneath some lovelier one,
With a buyer's moderation, "That would do."
I thought so too, but wasn't there to say so.
We climbed the pasture on the south, crossed over,
And came down on the north.
He said, "A thousand."

"A thousand Christmas trees!--at what apiece?"

He felt some need of softening that to me:
"A thousand trees would come to thirty dollars."

Then I was certain I had never meant
To let him have them. Never show surprise!
But thirty dollars seemed so small beside
The extent of pasture I should strip, three cents
(For that was all they figured out apiece),
Three cents so small beside the dollar friends
I should be writing to within the hour
Would pay in cities for good trees like those,
Regular vestry-trees whole Sunday Schools
Could hang enough on to pick off enough.
A thousand Christmas trees I didn't know I had!
Worth three cents more to give away than sell,
As may be shown by a simple calculation.
Too bad I couldn't lay one in a letter.
I can't help wishing I could send you one,
In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.



With this candle . . .

Where there is light,
there is hope.
Where there is friendship -
peace and truth.
Christmas is a time
for celebrating the special people
in our lives.
When I cannot find my way,
I light a flame.
And at Christmas . . .

I think of you.



The Gold Shoes

It was only four days before Christmas but the spirit of the season hadn't caught up with me, although cars packed the parking lot of our local discount store. Inside the store, it was worse. Shopping carts and last minute shoppers jammed the aisles.

"Why did I come today?" I wondered. My feet ached almost as much as my head. My list contained names of several people who claimed they wanted nothing but I knew their feelings would be hurt if I didn't get them a gift.

Buying for someone who had everything and deploring the high cost of items, I considered gift buying anything but fun. Hurriedly, I filled my shopping cart with last minute items and proceeded to the long checkout lines. I picked the shortest but it looked as if it would mean at least a 20-minute wait.

In front of me were two small children - a boy of about 5 and a younger girl. The boy wore a ragged coat and enormously large, tattered tennis shoes jutted far out in front of his much too short jeans. He clutched several crumpled dollar bills in his grimy hands.

The girl's clothing resembled her brother's. Her head was a matted mass of curls. Reminders of an evening meal showed on her small face. She carried a beautiful pair of shiny, gold house slippers. As the Christmas music sounded in the store's stereo system, the girl hummed along, off-key but happily.

When we finally approached the checkout register, the girl carefully placed the shoes on the counter. She treated them as though they were a treasure. The clerk rang up the bill. "That will be $6.09," she said. The boy laid his crumpled dollars atop the stand while he searched his pockets. He finally came up with $3.12. "I guess we will have to put them back," he bravely said. "We'll come back some other time, maybe tomorrow."

With that statement, a soft sob broke from the little girl. "But Jesus would have loved these shoes," she cried. "Well, we'll go home and work some more. Don't cry. We'll come back," he said.

Quickly I handed $3.00 to the cashier. These children had waited in line for a long time. And, after all, it was Christmas. Suddenly a pair of arms came around me and a small voice said, "Thank you lady."

"What did you mean when you said Jesus would like the shoes?" I asked. The boy answered, "Our mommy is sick and going to heaven. Daddy said she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus." The girl spoke, "My Sunday school teacher said the streets in Heaven are shiny gold, just like these shoes. Won't Mommy be beautiful walking on those streets in these shoes?"

My eyes flooded as I looked into her tear-streaked face. "Yes," I answered, "I am sure she will."

Silently I thanked God for using these children who reminded me of the true spirit of giving.

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