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When Snow Lies Deep by William Canton When frost has burned the hedges black, And children cannot sleep for cold; When snow lies deep on the withered leaves, And roofs are white from ridge to eaves; When bread is dear, and work is slack, Take pity on the poor and old! The faggot and the loaf of bread You could not miss would be their store. Upon how little the old can live! Give like the poor — who freely give. Remember, when the fire burns red The wolf leaves sniffing at the door. And you whose lives are left forlorn, Whose sons, whose hopes, whose fires have died, Oh, you pitiful people old, Remember this and be consoled — That Christ the Comforter was born, And still is born, in wintertide.

The Virgin Mary To The Child Jesus by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I. Sleep, sleep, mine Holy One! My flesh, my Lord!--what name? I do not know A name that seemeth not too high or low, Too far from me or heaven. My Jesus, that is best! that word being given By the majestic angel whose command Was softly as a man's beseeching said, When I and all the earth appeared to stand In the great overflow Of light celestial from his wings and head. Sleep, sleep, my saving One! II. And art Thou come for saving, baby-browed And speechless Being--art Thou come for saving? The palm that grows beside our door is bowed By treadings of the low wind from the south, A restless shadow through the chamber waving: Upon its bough a bird sings in the sun; But Thou, with that close slumber on thy mouth, Dost seem of wind and sun already weary. Art come for saving, O my weary One? III. Perchance this sleep that shutteth out the dreary Earth-sounds and motions, opens on Thy soul High dreams on fire with God; High songs that make the pathways where they roll More bright than stars do theirs; and visions new Of Thine eternal nature's old abode. Suffer this mother's kiss, Best thing that earthly is, To guide the music and the glory through, Nor narrow in Thy dream the broad upliftings Of any seraph wing! Thus, noiseless, thus. Sleep, sleep, my dreaming One! IV. The slumber of His lips meseems to run Through my lips to mine heart; to all its shiftings Of sensual life, bring contrariousness In a great calm. I feel, I could lie down As Moses did, and die, 1 --and then live most. I am 'ware of you, heavenly Presences, That stand with your peculiar light unlost, Each forehead with a high thought for a crown, Unsunned i' the sunshine! I am 'ware. Yet throw No shade against the wall! How motionless Ye round me with your living statuary, While through your whiteness, in and outwardly, Continual thoughts of God appear to go, Like light's soul in itself! I bear, I bear, To look upon the dropt lids of your eyes, Though their external shining testifies To that beatitude within, which were Enough to blast an eagle at his sun. I fall not on my sad clay face before ye; I look on His. I know My spirit which dilateth with the woe Of His mortality, May well contain your glory. Yea, drop your lids more low, Ye are but fellow-worshippers with me! Sleep, sleep, my worshipped One! V. We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem. The dumb kine from their fodder turning them, Softened their horned faces To almost human gazes Towards the newly born. The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks Brought visionary looks, As yet in their astonished hearing rung The strange, sweet angel-tongue. The magi of the East, in sandals worn, Knelt reverent, sweeping round, With long pale beards their gifts upon the ground, The incense, myrrh and gold, These baby hands were impotent to hold. So, let all earthlies and celestials wait Upon thy royal state! Sleep, sleep, my kingly One! VI. I am not proud--meek angels, ye invest New meeknesses to hear such utterance rest On mortal lips,--"I am not proud"--not proud! Albeit in my flesh God sent His Son, Albeit over Him my head is bowed As others bow before Him, still mine heart Bows lower than their knees. O centuries That roll, in vision, your futurities My future grave athwart,-- Whose murmurs seem to reach me while I keep Watch o'er this sleep,-- Say of me as the heavenly said,--"Thou art The blessedest of women!"--blessedest, Not holiest, not noblest,--no high name, Whose height misplaced may pierce me like a shame, When I sit meek in heaven! VII. For me--for me-- God knows that I am feeble like the rest!-- I often wandered forth, more child than maiden, Among the midnight hills of Galilee, Whose summits looked heaven-laden; Listening to silence as it seemed to be God's voice, so soft yet strong--so fain to press Upon my heart as heaven did on the height, And waken up its shadows by a light, And show its vileness by a holiness. Then I knelt down most silent like the night, Too self-renounced for fears, Raising my small face to the boundless blue Whose stars did mix and tremble in my tears. God heard them falling after--with His dew. VIII. So, seeing my corruption, can I see. This Incorruptible now born of me This fair new Innocence no sun did chance To shine on, (for even Adam was no child,) Created from my nature all defiled, This mystery from out mine ignorance-- Nor feel the blindness, stain, corruption, more Than others do, or I did heretofore?-- Can hands wherein such burden pure has been, Not open with the cry, "Unclean, unclean!" More oft than any else beneath the skies? Ah King, ah Christ, ah Son! The kine, the shepherds, the abased wise, Must all less lowly wait Than I, upon thy state!-- Sleep, sleep, my kingly One! IX. Art Thou a King, then? Come, His universe, Come, crown me Him a king! Pluck rays from all such stars as never fling Their light where fell a curse. And make a crowning for this kingly brow!-- What is my word?--Each empyreal star Sits in a sphere afar In shining ambuscade: The child-brow, crowned by none, Keeps its unchildlike shade. Sleep, sleep, my crownless One! X. Unchildlike shade!--no other babe doth wear An aspect very sorrowful, as Thou.-- No small babe-smiles, my watching heart has seen, To float like speech the speechless lips between; No dovelike cooing in the golden air, No quick short joys of leaping babyhood. Alas, our earthly good In heaven thought evil, seems too good for Thee: Yet, sleep, my weary One! XI. And then the drear, sharp tongue of prophecy, With the dread sense of things which shall be done, Doth smite me inly, like a sword--a sword?-- (That "smites the Shepherd!") then I think aloud The words "despised,"--"rejected,"--every word Recoiling into darkness as I view The darling on my knee. Bright angels,--move not!--lest ye stir the cloud Betwixt my soul and His futurity! I must not die, with mother's work to do, And could not live--and see. XII. It is enough to bear This image still and fair-- This holier in sleep, Than a saint at prayer: This aspect of a child Who never sinned or smiled-- This presence in an infant's face: This sadness most like love, This love than love more deep, This weakness like omnipotence, It is so strong to move! Awful is this watching place, Awful what I see from hence-- A king, without regalia, A God, without the thunder, A child, without the heart for play; Ay, a Creator rent asunder From His first glory and cast away On His own world, for me alone To hold in hands created, crying--Son! XIII. That tear fell not on Thee Beloved, yet Thou stirrest in Thy slumber! Thou, stirring not for glad sounds out of number Which through the vibratory palm-trees run From summer wind and bird, So quickly hast Thou heard A tear fall silently?-- Wak'st Thou, O loving One?

Son Of A Virgin by Laurence Housman Son of a Virgin, Maker of thy Mother, thou, Rod and Blossom from a Stem unstainèd, now while a virgin fair of fame we honour, hear our devotion! Lo, on thy handmaid fell a twofold blessing, who, in her body vanquishing the weakness, in that same body, grace from heaven obtaining, bore the world witness. Death, nor the rending pains of death appalled her; bondage and torment found her undefeated: so by the shedding of her life attained she heavenly guerdon. Fountain of mercy, hear the prayers she offers; purge our offenses, pardon our transgressions, so that hereafter we to thee may render praise with thanksgiving. Thou, the All-Father, thou the One-Begotten, thou Holy Spirit, Three in One co-equal, glory be henceforth thine through all the ages, world without ending.

The Star Of The East unknown author Star of the East, whose beacon light     A gleam on Bethlehem threw, And thither by that wondrous sight     Arabia's sages drew; On thee in thought we love to gaze     In western climes afar, And think on thy mysterious rays,     Thou lovely eastern star. Fair is the star of eve that sheds     Her light betokening rest; And fair the morning star that leads     The day in glory drest: But still more fair thy form arose,     And lovelier to behold, Which of a more serene repose     A brighter glory told. Hail thou, whose silvery radiance led     Those Magian chiefs to bring Their choicest gifts, in worship spread     Before Judea's King: That glorious Sun, whose harbinger     Thy light was made to shine, And like the pillar'd flame to bear     Aloft salvation's sign! Hail thou appointed to adorn     The rising King of heaven, The promis'd Child to Judah born,     The Son to Israel given: In whom the peaceful empire seal'd     Should more and more increase; In Him, the mighty God reveal'd,     In Him, the Prince of Peace! So on thy beacon light we gaze     In western climes afar, And note thy heav'n-directed rays,     Thou lovely eastern star: With praise to Him, who in the sky     Thy wondrous cresset hung, Prompt to inform the observing eye,     Apart from speech or tongue. Him who permits to all to see     The light their stations need; Who chose the star-vers'd sage by thee,     Star of the east, to lead; Who made by shepherd swains at night     The angel's voice be heard; And gives to use his scripture's light,     His own recording word.

Son Of A Virgin by Laurence Housman Son of a Virgin, Maker of thy Mother, thou, Rod and Blossom from a Stem unstainèd, now while a virgin fair of fame we honour, hear our devotion! Lo, on thy handmaid fell a twofold blessing, who, in her body vanquishing the weakness, in that same body, grace from heaven obtaining, bore the world witness. Death, nor the rending pains of death appalled her; bondage and torment found her undefeated: so by the shedding of her life attained she heavenly guerdon. Fountain of mercy, hear the prayers she offers; purge our offenses, pardon our transgressions, so that hereafter we to thee may render praise with thanksgiving. Thou, the All-Father, thou the One-Begotten, thou Holy Spirit, Three in One co-equal, glory be henceforth thine through all the ages, world without ending.

The Shepherds by William Drummond O than the fairest day, thrice fairer night!     Night to blest days in which a sun doth rise Of which that golden eye which clears the skies Is but a sparkling ray, a shadow-light! And blessed ye, in silly pastors' sight,     Mild creatures, in whose warm crib now lies That heaven-sent youngling, holy-maid-born wight,     Midst, end, beginning of our prophecies! Blest cottage that hath flowers in winter spread,     Though withered - blessed grass that hath the grace     To deck and be a carpet to that place! Thus sang, unto the sounds of oaten reed,     Before the Babe, the shepherds bowed on knees;     And springs ran nectar, honey dropped from trees.

Neighbors of the Christ Night by Nora Archibald Smith Deep in the shelter of the cave,     The ass with drooping head Stood weary in the shadow, where     His master's hand had led. About the manger oxen lay,     Bending a wide-eyed gaze Upon the little new-born Babe,     Half worship, half amaze. High in the roof the doves were set,     And cooed there, soft and mild, Yet not so sweet as, in the hay,     The Mother to her Child. The gentle cows breathed fragrant breath     To keep Babe Jesus warm, While loud and clear, o'er hill and dale,     The cocks crowed, "Christ is born!" Out in the fields, beneath the stars,     The young lambs sleeping lay, And dreamed that in the manger slept     Another white as they. These were Thy neighbors, Christmas Child;     To Thee their love was given, For in Thy baby face there shone     The wonder-light of Heaven.

Mary's Baby by Shaemas O'Sheel Joseph, mild and noble, bent above the straw: A pale girl, a frail girl, suffering he saw; "O my Love, my Mary, my bride, I pity thee!" "Nay, Dear," said Mary, "all is well with me!" "Baby, my baby, O my babe," she sang. Suddenly the golden night all with music rang. Angels leading shepherds, shepherds leading sheep: The silence of worship broke the mother's sleep. All the meek and lowly of all the world were there; Smiling, she showed them that her Child was fair, "Baby, my baby," kissing Him she said. Suddenly a flaming star through the heavens sped. Three old men and weary knelt them side by side, The world's wealth forswearing, majesty and pride; Worldly might and wisdom before the Babe bent low: Weeping, maid Mary said, "I love Him so!" "Baby, my baby," and the Baby slept. Suddenly on Calvary all the olives wept.

Wartime Christmas by Joyce Kilmer Led by a star, a golden star, The youngest star, an olden star, Here the kings and the shepherds are, A kneeling on the ground. What did they come to the inn to see? God in the Highest, and this is He, A baby asleep on His mother’s knee And with her kisses crowned.   Now is the earth a dreary place, A troubled place, a weary place. Peace has hidden her lovely face And turned in tears away. Yet the sun, through the war-cloud, sees Babies asleep on their mother’s knees. While there are love and home—and these— There shall be Christmas Day.

The Angel's Song  by William Drummond of Hawthornden Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears. We bring the best of news; be not dismayed: A Saviour there is born more old than years, Amidst heaven's rolling height this earth who stayed. In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid, A weakling did him bear, who all upbears; There is he poorly swaddled, in manger laid, To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres: Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth. This is that night — no, day, grown great with bliss, In which the power of Satan broken is: In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth! Thus singing, through the air the angels swarm, And cope of stars re-echoèd the same. Or say, if this new Birth of ours Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers, Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear All doubts, and manifest the where. Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek Him in the morning's blushing cheek, Or search the beds of spices through, To find him out? Star. — No, this ye need not do; But only come and see Him rest, A princely babe, in's mother's breast.

A Song of Joy at Dawn by Paul Gerhardt All my heart this night rejoices,         As I hear,         Far and near, Sweetest angel voices; "Christ is born," their choirs are singing,         Till the air         Everywhere Now with joy is ringing. For it dawns, -- the promised morrow         Of His birth         Who the earth Rescues from her sorrow. god to wear our form descendeth,         Of His grace         To our race Here His Son He lendeth: Yea, so truly for us careth,         That His Son         All we've done As our offering beareth; As our Lamb who, dying for us,         Bears our load,         And to God Doth in peace restore us. Hark! a voice from yonder manger,         Soft and sweet,         Doth entreat, "Flea from woe and danger; Brethren come, from all doth grieve you         You are freed,         All you need I will surely give you." Come then, let us hasten yonder;         Her let all,         Great and small, Kneel in awe and wonder. Love Him who with love is yearning;         Hail the Star         That from far Bright with hope is burning! Ye who pine in weary sadness,         Weep no more,         For the door Now is found of gladness. Cling to Him for He will guide you         Where no cross         Pain or loss, Can again betide you. Hither come, ye heavy-hearted;         Who for sin         Deep within, Long and sore have smarted; For the poison'd wounds you're feeling         Help is near,         One is here Mighty for their healing! Hither come, ye poor and wretched;         Know His will         Is to fill Every hand outstretched; Here are riches without measure,         Here forget         All regret, Fill your hearts with treasure. Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee!         Keep Thou me         Close to Thee, Cast me not behind Thee! Life of life, my heart Thou stillest,         Calm I rest         on Thy breast, All this void Thou fillest. Thee, dear Lord, with heed I'll cherish,         Live to Thee,         And with Thee Dying, shall not perish; But shall dwell with Thee for ever,         Far on high         In the joy That can alter never.

And They Laid Him In A Manger by Sir Edward Sherburne Happy crib, that wert, alone, To my God, bed, cradle, throne! Whilst thy glorious vileness I View with divine fancy's eye, Sordid filth seems all the cost, State, and splendour, crowns do boast. See heaven's sacred majesty Humbled beneath poverty; Swaddled up in homely rags, On a bed of straw and flags! He whose hands the heavens displayed, And the world's foundations laid, From the world's almost exiled, Of all ornaments despoiled. Perfumes bathe him not, new-born; Persian mantles not adorn; Nor do the rich roofs look bright With the jasper's orient light. Where, O royal infant, be The ensigns of thy majesty; Thy Sire's equalizing state; And thy sceptre that rules fate? Where's thy angel-guarded throne, Whence thy laws thou didst make known-- Laws which heaven, earth, hell obeyed? These, ah! these aside he laid; Would the emblem be--of pride By humility outvied?

Candlelit Heart  by Mary E. Linton Somewhere across the winter world tonight You will be hearing chimes that fill the air; Christmas extends its all-enfolding light Across the distance…something we can share. You will be singing, just the same as I, These familiar songs we know so well, And you will see these same stars in your sky And wish upon that brightest one that fell. I shall remember you and trim my tree, One shining star upon the topmost bough; I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see — Tonight I glimpse beyond the hear and now. And all the time that we must be apart I keep a candle in my heart.

Christmas Lights By Marie Irish Bright Christmas stars shine on high, Golden stars in the wint’ry sky; Christmas candles in windows bright Sends greeting into the night; While in our hearts the Christmas flame, Glows with a love like his who came, The infant Christ of lowly birth, To bring good will and peace to earth.

Christmas Giving By Iris W. Bray Christmas is for giving And for showing that we care, For honoring the Christ Child With the loving gifts we share. The wise men gave of riches; The shepherds, faith and love. Each gift, in its own measure, Was smiled on from above. Let every gift be treasured; Not always size or price Determines the extent of love And willing sacrifice Handsome gifts with festive trim Bring smiles of sweet content, But modest gifts of humble means are ofttimes heaven sent. Whether it be large or small, Each gift will share in part The message of true Christmas joy If given from the heart!

Merry Christmas To My Love By Nicholas Gordon Merry Christmas to my love! Enjoy the holiday! Revel where the angels move, Rejoice in what they say! Years burn life down to a stub; Christmas comes and goes. Happiness lies at the nub, Refuse of one’s woes. Inside the husk there is the seed, Shivering with glory; The midnight cold, the dire need, Mere setting for the story. All the labor, loss, and pain Sings of beauty born again.

Manger Song   by Frederick M. Lynk Young Mary the Mother Gazed fondly at Him, And softly fingered The manger’s rim. St. Joseph sat musing On a bundle of hay, The shepherds played sweetly A bagpipe lay. The angels stood smiling In heaven’s joy And humbly adoring The infant Christ-boy. The ox and the donkey Forgot the fresh straw And knelt down in wonder At what they saw. The walls were shining Like molten gold, The winds sang gaily Around the fold. And gleaming silver Strewed every star, And sang a star greeting From heaven afar.

"My Lonely Christmas" (Army Wives lonely Christmas) by Bradley A Peraino As I lay down to sleep, this eve of Christmas morn, ' I slide between the cotton sheets so comfortable and warm. A tinge of guilt comes over me followed by a saddened tear. I say another lonely prayer that only God can hear. I turn the bedside light off and quickly settle in, but it will be a few more hours before my night comes to an end. I lie here all but motionless, eyes wider than the sky. I try to think of happy thoughts, but I still break down and cry. I punch my flattened pillow and lie flat on my back. I'm thinking of my soldier who's bravely serving in Iraq. I finally stop my crying and a calm sets in my heart. For, I know this year will quickly pass, then we'll no longer be apart. My eyes are feeling heavy now, so I send God one last prayer. "God, please protect my soldier while fighting over there!"

Our Christmas Wish For You author unknown Our Christmas wish for you Is not a simple one For we wish you hope and joy and peace Days filled with warmth and sun May you count your blessings, one by one And when totaled by the lot May you find all you've been given To be more than what you sought May God be your strength and light May your spirit never grow old May all your clouds have silver linings And your rainbows pots of gold We wish this all and so much more May all your dreams come true May you have a Merry Christmas And a happy New Year, too …

A MARINE CHRISTMAS POEM by KRISTEN M SACCARDI The Embers Glowed Softly And In Their Dim Light I Gazed Around The Room And I Cherished The Sight My dog was asleep Her head on my chest My sister 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 Christmas eve My Eyelids were heavy My breathing was deep Secure was 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 I crept to the door To see who was near Standing out in the cold In the dark of the night Alone stood a figure His face weary and tight A Soldier I puzzled Some 20 year old Perhaps a Marine Huddled here in the cold Alone in the dark He looked up and smiled Standing watch over me My mom and a child What are you doing I asked without fear Come this moment Its Freezing out there 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 eye shift Away from the cold And the snow blew in drifts To the window that danced With a warm fires light The he looked and he said Its really alright I’m out here by choice I’m here every night Its my duty stand At the front of the line No one had to ask Or beg to emplore me I’m proud to stand here Like My Fathers Beofre me My dad’s dad stood his watch In the jungle of Nam And Now its my turn So Here I am I’ve not seen my own family In more than awhile But My family sends me pictures And they sure do make me smile Then he bent over And carefully pulled from his bag The red white and blue An American Flag I can live through the cold And being alone Away form my family My house and my home I can stand at my post Through the rain and the sleet I can sleep in a fox hole With a little to eat I can carry the weight Of killing another Or lay down my life With my family and others Who stand at the front Against any and all The ensure for all time This flag will not fall So go back Inside “he siad” Harbor or fright Your family is waiting And I’ll be alright But isn’t there something I can do at the least Give you money I asked Or prepare you a feast Its seems all to little For all that you wonder For being away From your family and brother Then his eye welled a tear That held no regret Just tell us you love us And never forget To fight for out rights While were doing wrong To stand your own watch No matter how long For wen we come home Either standing or dead To know you remember We fought and bled Is payment Enough And with that we will trust That we matterd to you As you mattered to us

Baby's First Christmas by Mary Lewis It's Baby's first Christmas, what a beautiful sight! As he gurgles out loud in spontaneous delight. As he gazes at the Tree, with it's baubles and trim I know only He can hear the Angels sweet hymns. Holy! Holy! Holy! As He edges ever nearer to the base of the Tree, Picks up tiny toys and shakes them with glee Mommy and Daddy have to laugh outright. It's Baby's first Christmas- what a wonderful Night! Holy! Holy! holy!

Christmas Excitement by James J. Metcalfe Ornaments and tinsel, Glowing lights on shapely trees, Indoor decorations And wreaths and trim to please, Gatherings of neighbors And of relatives and friends, Special preparations While warmth of song transcends. Christmas punch and fruitcakes, Bright wrappings, gifts and toys, Excitement and elation In hearts of girls and boys. We're ready for a birthday, And our homes are at their best. Dear God, help us prepare our hearts For You, the honored Guest.

Christmas Is A Child by Joel Bjorling Christmas is not found In department stores or malls, Nor in flashy gifts, Either large or small; The secret of Christmas Need not flabbergast the mind, Nor confuse the critics For all time-- The secret of Christmas is a child. It is not simply a child Who plays on the living room floor Or who waits for Santa By the door, But it is a child Lying in a manger's bed, Who, in simplicity, Eats his bread-- The secret of Christmas is a child. A child is a new hope, a new chance, A new life, A sure relief From relentless strife; A child sees each day As unfettered by the past, Embracing a future That is bound to last-- The secret of Christmas is a child. So, when you think of Christmas, Remember the son, Who, though born years ago, Still offers light to everyone; The meaning of Christmas is not difficult, Nor impossible to see, Its message is timeless, Resounding throughout eternity-- The secret of Christmas is a child.

Christmas Memories by Nancy Hughes Snowflakes falling, Friends come calling, Decorations in green and red. Smells enticing, Bowls of icing, For cookies and gingerbread. Candles glowing, Goodwill flowing, The Christmas story is read. Yule log burning, Wishful yearning As children dream in bed. Stockings hung Carols sung, Hope and Peace, the common thread. Families near, Memories dear, As Christmas blessings are spread.

My Surprise Gift by Pattie Castillo It didn't come trimmed with ribbon or topped off with a bow, I didn't find it wrapped in pretty paper, under the tree or mistletoe. It wasn't something we planned to purchase, it didn't cost one cent. It wasn't something I new I wanted or asked for as a present. It didn't even realize it was something I would need, I had long forgotten about Santa, until I saw it and had to believe. It came on a whim, as we were trimming the tree for the season, It came just in time, and for all the right reasons. This picture of us, a daughter and her mom, Smiling into the camera and having a good time. It filled me with happiness, joy and glee, To see you there smiling so sweetly with me. It made my heart sputter and skip a beat, To hold you in my arms seems quite a treat. It seems like the last time was so long ago, Because, Oh My, how ever so quickly you grow. It reminded me I need to take time each year, To capture you smiling with me from ear to ear.

The Last Present Under the Tree by  Joel Bjorling There is one last present under the Christmas tree, I wonder whose it is? Is it for the little girl with the rocking horse, Or is it for Grandma or Aunt Liz? It looks so lonely Sitting there by itself; It'd certainly be an awesome addition On "somebodys" shelf. The ribbon is gold, The paper is paisley red; "Who does it belong to?" Keeps rattling in my head; I decided to snatch a peek, And see whose name is on the card; It'd only take a second, It won't be very hard. When no one was looking, I reached under the tree, Carefully handling the package, "Who knows, it may be for me!" But when I read the card, I thought it was extraordinarily odd, Because the message read, "Love and blessings," God.

M&M Christmas Story by Pam Ridenour As you hold these candies in your hand, And turn them you will see The M becomes a W, and E and then a 3 They tell the Christmas story, It's one I'm sure you know It took place in a stable a long, long time ago The E is for the East, where the star shone so bright The M is for the manger where Baby Jesus slept that night The 3 is for the wisemen, bearing gifts they say they came W is for Worship, Hallelujah, Praise His Name So as you eat these candies or share them with a friend Remember the meaning of Christmas it's a Love Story that never ends

 

 

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