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my Christmas story #31
final Christmas story of the month
The Christmas angel comes each year
To fill our hearts with joy and cheer
He gives us all a Christmas gift-which is on CHRIST S list
To create miracles on this special day
And to give us comfort and to lead the way.
When we feel down and out and everything
Seems to go astray – that is when we begin to pray.
We feel his strength -we feel his power
The angel is blessing us at this hour.
All the thoughts and depression is taken away that we feel
And that is when we begin to heal.
There enters a sensation deep in your chest
And spreads throughout your body and soul
A sensation which you cannot control.
You then know that it is the Christmas angel
Who has blessed you on this beautiful day?
And all your problems have slipped away.
These are little miracles that cannot be seen
By the naked ey
my Christmas story #30
one every day of the month
It’s a battlefield CHRISTMAS where soldiers stand guard
Not being with loved ones is so very hard.
But you had made a decision to defend the human rights
And if it must be -then you will stand and fight.
The day is calm and in the foxhole you lay
And in your mind- you begin to pray.
“DEAR GOD “this is the day of your birth
And so many families are feeling the hurt.
They are praying where ever they can
And all we ask is for your helping hand.
Let there be peace and not one shot fired
Because as soldiers we are so very tired.
We have seen death and destruction every where
And it seems like no one cares.
Why has the human heart become so cold?
When once before their families they would hold.!
There once was flairs bursting in air
Now its bombs – and destruction they bare.
Just for this one day – all heads should bow
And give thanks for what we may have now.
So “DEAR GOD”- this is my soldier’s prayer
And with the world, your love I will share.
my Christmas story #29
one every day of the month
What is Christmas
What is Christmas without family, without presents underneath the tree
What is Christmas without faith, hope and love
Given to us from the Lord up above.
What is Christmas without the smiles and joys
Of the children playing with their toys.
When your mind is empty and not a memory to be found
And you feel like your dreams are laying on the ground.
This is the time that you look at the world thru the
Eyes of every boy and girl.
The spirit of a child is an everlasting light that reminds you
Of another child s sacrifice.
This vision was seen by three kings from afar who traveled
To where he was by following a star.
The gifts they gave was the start of something new
And to this day the tradition has followed through.
It is called Christmas- Christ – Mas – meaning more of Christ!
What is Christmas?
It is different for everyone! But for me it’s the birth of GODS SON.
© L. RAMS 112617 (new)
my Christmas story #28
one every day of the month
TWO BELLS FOR CHRISTMAS
It’s close to the holidays and children s stories you must tell
Of how Christmas came about and the ringing of the bells.
A village boy heard about the birth of JESUS and came running to see
And took his two bells to play a melody.
JESUS heard the bells and smiled with joy as this melody
Was played by the village boy.
This was the first Christmas music that is played to this day
It is called SILENT NIGHT when people kneel to pray.
the song was put together when the town bells could not ring
and the people stood in the square to praise the LORD and sing.
A gift is not a gift if it is not given with love
And the LORD will know it as he watches from above.
Just find two bells and make this tradition last
Of how the future is hooked up with the past.
© L.RAMS 11091
my Christmas story #27
one every day of the month
All my life I have tried to keep the spirit pf Christmas alive
Yet many kids never get to see a present underneath their
Christmas tree.
In third world countries where food is scarce
People talk about Christmas from centuries past.
The stories may be different but the theme is the same
Of a man who was bearing gifts for the children on his list.
It may be villages and tribes unknown
But generosity is always shown.
A hand made drum for boys to beat
Even a small wooden doll is quite a treat.
Christmas is known by different names
But the thought is still the same.
The spirit of Christmas should be in the hearts of man
So it could spread throughout each land
I know the spirit of Christmas will never grow old
It is a story that will forever be told.
© L. RAMS 051416
my Christmas story #26
one every day of the month
This I will not put into my normal rhyme and verse, for it is a story of
Faith and hope.
The empty box
I felt empty inside, as the greatest gift had been taken away.
Like an empty Christmas box with all the ribbons and bows
On the outside showing all its beauties, but no one
Knew that the box was empty inside.
What happened? Who took out that gift?
Was it supposed to be temporary
For it was something that I truly missed.
What is the purpose of a beautiful decorated box
If there is nothing inside, to show the depth
and meaning of its wrappings.
Had I taken out the gift? Or misplaced or given it away?
I did not know!
An empty box is like a universe without its stars
Or sun or moon. Void and dark.
I felt like a floating object in space with no
Beginning and no end.
I still had my mind active and working.
I decided to back track to the times before this
And what could have happened.
I had an untimely death of a family member
Then I was laid off from work.
I didn’t have enough money to make
My car or mortgage payments, and to top it off
I wound up with a severe cold.
That was when I turned angrily and blamed god
For all my misfortunes.
But by doing this – I became empty inside
With no emotions, I then realized that this
Is one of many misfortunes to come to test my faith.
I knelt down on my knees and prayed for forgiveness
For allowing myself to weaken.
I then recalled the poem – “ footprints in the sand”
And I felt my heart start to fill up again.
For I knew that in my weakest hours
God would carry me.
Now! That Christmas gift was replenished
And filled the emptiness with the most beautiful gift
This world could ever know.
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE.
I knew things would work out for me
If I just gave god my problems to take care of.
So if you see an empty gift box!
It is not really empty, for it contains
GODS LOVE FOR ALL HIS CHILDREN.
my Christmas story # 25
CHRISTMAS DAY
one every day of the month
once upon a christmas day
when the children had came out to play
there in the snow on the ground
a baby was there that they found
the baby was as white as the snow
and his cheeks had such a glow.
he was wrapped in a blanket of red
and the snow was his bed.
most children would have cried
from the cold.
but he was laughing
or so i was told.
his laughter was quite different.
it wasn’t a ha-ha-ha.
but a ho-ho-ho.
the children picked him up to take him inside
to show their parents
their brand new find.
the parents shocked and dismayed
none knew- just what to say.
who would have the heart to put
this child abandoned in the snow.
his body temperature from what i see
is as perfect as can be.
now you know that the police
are forty miles away.
what can we do, what can we say.
we have no phone and very little gas
should we keep him, or should we pass?
there’s not enough food to go around
and now another mouth that you found.
the baby lying in the bed
pointed up above his head
waved his finger all around
and food came tumbling to the ground.
he waved his finger one more time
and at their feet, christmas boxes galore
like you’d find in a department store.
all with labels with their names
clothing, shoes, and electronic games.
looking at the baby in total surprise
there came a gleam in his eyes.
the baby laughed his ho-ho-ho- again.
‘this is for you my wonderful friends.’
you helped others when you couldn’t help yourselves
and shared the little bread with others
and called them your sisters and brothers.
now it’s time for you to receive
for all the kindness that you’ve achieved.
and quick as a lightning he was gone.
but he left the red blanket to carry them on.
now my children i must ask
who was the one that created this task?
faith and love will rule this world
teach it to your boy and girl.
my Christmas story #24
one every day of the month
The family is starting to gather for Christmas day
The one time of the year that we put our problems away
Aunt Sue has made her specialty pumpkin pies that she does every year
And uncle Bill can’t be without his beer.
Aunt Marge and uncle john bring the honey ham every year
And have it pre- carved for all of us to share
Emma and Josh bring the largest butterball they could find
And having it marinated in a delicious home made wine.
The children are all grown and they like to contribute too
And adding to the table they know what they must do.
Corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and spiked egg nog
Sprinkled with cinnamon just to make their heads spin
There are Christmas gatherings around the world
Gifts under the trees for the boys and girls.
Baby JESUS made this a special day so at the
Table we must give thanks and praise
Hold hands and give thanks for what we are grateful for
and in our lives he has opened many a door.
© L. RAMS 120215
my Christmas story #23
one every day of the month
There’s a Toyland at the mall saying ” come on in we have it all ”
The children dressed in winter gear looking for Santa
And his reindeer.
Other children in the mall window shopping and having a ball.
The Christmas carolers all around making shoppers happy
With their sounds.
You can hear church choirs singing silent night
And the houses all lit up with Christmas lights.
Toyland is a Santa’s workshop where elves work never stops
Every toy within your sight is a Childs delight
Sleds, bikes, dolls and more – you can find it at this store.
Through glass windows you can see, the Elves
Working and singing happily.
The children are asking ” Santa where are you tonight
It’s Christmas eve and you’re no where in sight.
They say it only takes you an hour to cover the world
And leave presents for every boy and girl.
We know we’re supposed to be asleep when you come
But seeing you would be so much fun.
There’s a child in all of us yearning to be free
Looking for our dreams underneath the Christmas tree
Then when we get older we put our childhood dreams away
But in our hearts it will forever stay.
We need this Toyland as much as the children do
And this we know is so very true.
© L. RAMS 12071
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