Christams Poetry

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Christmas Remembrance

by Bill Richer
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With sleighs, snowmen and snow covered ground,
This is when Christmas comes merrily around.
With children waiting with quiet anticipation,
Santa Claus comes to deliver every expectation.
It's the season to find and decorate a tree.
It's the time for the spirit to be full of glee.
It's a period for families to gather with care.
They exchange gifts, talk and have a bit of cheer.
Still. there is a part of Christmas many leave out.
It is the birth of Jesus Christ without a doubt.
They really enjoy to eat, drink, laugh and sing.
Yet, they forget what this momentous day did bring.
Hence, we must recall this occasion in a Holy way.
We must find time to cease for a moment and pray.
Then, every year at the Yuletide without delay,
We must place Christ into our Christmas Holiday.

Christmas

The Greatest Gift To All Men

By Clinton W. Francis, Jr.
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Man roamed the earth
Since the earliest of time.
Seeking answers to questions asked by all;
Yet understanding not the events yet to be seen.
One question was asked by a very old man,
The question of when was the Great Promise due.
The promise of Someone great will rule the world,
Giving love and peace for one and all.
All the great scholars and teachers
Gathered one and all,
Searching their texts
For some answer to befall.
Lo, one scholar growing excited exclaimed,
"Soon", he said, "The Promise is due soon!!"
For there in the texts the Word was written,
"One shall be born, His name, The Anointed One"

Many weeks have gone by,
The event almost forgotten,
Three Strangers arrive unannounced and richly dressed,
Hungry and tired, but not distressed.

"Pray tell", one said, in a weary voice,
"How far to the place whence the bright star shines?"
The old man knew not what was going on,
For his health had grown poor,
His eyes weaker.
The Kings explained their story in full,
Pointing to the East, the place of the brightly shining star.
The old man grew excited for now he understood,
For soon, very soon, the Promise will be fulfilled.
A two days journey was all that was needed,
To arrive and behold the greatest gift to all men.

The old man being not able to travel,
Gave the Three Kings his most precious gift,
A small gold jewelry box,
With a precious emerald on its lid.
The Kings thanked the old man
For the rest and food,
And promised the gift shall be presented.
Onward the Kings toward the East they went,
The old man gave thanks to the One above,
For being able to live to know the Promise was being made.
The old man knew the greatest gift to all men,
Was the Son of One who made us all.

© 1996 Clinton W. Francis, Jr. All Rights Reserved.

The Christmas Present

Written by Billy M. Smallwood

I heard a knock on my door one Christmas Eve,
As I looked out my window a man I could see,
he was cold and seemed so lonely and upon a bended knee
he asked can you spare anything for me to eat...
I opened up the door and as I helped him in,
he looked up at me with such a peaceful grin,
As he drank down some coffee and had a bite to eat,
I put more wood on the fire so he could warm his feet...
Over there by the fireplace he warmed his tired hands,
I wonder where did he come from, this quite white haired man,
but I wasn't at all afraid of his peaceful ways you see,
this man dressed in poor, almost as poor as me...
As he left he turned and thanked me for all I had done,
but he forgot to take his gloves, so out the door I run,
He was gone in the blizzard and I couldn't hardly see,
so I took his ole glove's back to the house with me...
Just a little after midnight I awoke in the dark,
there wasn't a bit of fire just glowing cinders in the dark,
and where I'd placed his gloves by my little Christmas tree,
there laid a brand new pair, and a Christmas Card for me...
and it read...

You gave me shelter and food to keep me warm,
you even tried to bring me my gloves in the storm,
so here's you a new pair,...the finest ever seen...

as an angel of the Lord
I'll be sure to tell the King...Merry Christmas

The Gift

We grow and we learn,
Many memories of childhood return.

Taking pictures with Santa,
Waiting for him to come to Atlanta.

Christmas Eve all the children in their beds,
So many sweet thoughts running through their heads.

Opening presents and playing with new toys,
Playing in the snow with all the little girls and boys.

As we grow Christmas has a new meaning,
Felt like as a child we were dreaming.

Family gatherings, and giving is the best gift,
You no longer believe in the "Santa Claus" myth.

We learn that the best gifts are priceless and free,
Something as a child we were unable to see.

Love and happiness are the best gifts to give,
The greatest gifts received are the chance to dream and the chance to live.

Each year we grow and learn a difference,
But we always have a Merry Christmas.

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